When the tape runs out the music keeps playing. When the walls come down it's still hard to cross the line. When his love is gone he says he still needs her. And he wants to let you know that if he had his chance again. He'd be a diamond. When you dab your eyes your tears keep on falling. When you blow your nose it still gets blocked up and runs. And though you feel like shit he says you look beautiful. And he swears by all the saints that if he had his chance again. He'd be a diamond. Is he lying to get what he wants. Or does he mean it this time. Is he running low on affection. And beer and dope dope and an ironing board. And an unpaid analyst who shags. When you turn your back you still see what's behind you. When you start afresh you still think of days gone by. When a heart is broken it still goes on pumping. And he told me just last night that if he had his chance again.