and you're ridin' in back 

layin' here on your back 

you're as serious as a heart attack 

all those picturesque moments 

the sunsets glowin' 

through the back of the van 



and the water is diamonds 

there's something you're hiding 

it's just your fatal flaw 

and you're tryin' to compose 

but just being this happy 

is like walking around 

in somebody else's clothes 



and you all think i'm stupid, 

too nice, too aloof 

there's no one in here at all 

been on the road for so long 

singing self-obsessed songs 

i'm always comin' as i'm goin' 



and the water is diamonds 

there's something you're hiding 

you wish you could just shout it out

"just fucking love me 

i'm tired of leaving 

and waking up 

in somebody else's clothes" 



my dad's been in jail 

for two halves of a year 

i got my first letter today 

it was simple and sad 

it was painfully clear 

and this is how it read: 



"my daughter this time well 

the water's not diamonds 

i'm a fraud and i am old 

and they found me out 

but just bein' your father

is like walking around in 

somebody else's clothes 

i'll be out by the first snow 

wearing somebody else's clothes"