From the top of the hill. You can see all the lights of the Diamond Field. The treasure buried in plain sight. Where one mans loss is another mans gain. And no one cares about anything worth caring about. Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight. Tightrope walkin' in the web of light. Shall we go the Diamond Field and try. To seek the fortune in their eyes. One by one the lights go out. And the Diamond Field begins to fade. It turns back into cement and stone. Brick and asphalt flesh and bone. Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight. Tightrope walkin' in the web of light. Shall we go the Diamond Field and try. To seek the fortune in their eyes. Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight. Tightrope walkin' in the web of light. Electric angles move against the night. Shining in the Diamond Field. From the album "Tropico".