You'll never find all the things you want Breaking free from the chains that haunts you They will haunt you From the watergates to the break of dawn Keep finding the things that turn me on Turning me on We walk the transit streets Until you find me Until we finally met And I'll say that You got to die for something beautiful Diamonds break our aching minds Elegance is turning us sober You'll regret the Every time I see your face at night Moving slowly through the wanted lights Watermarks illuminate your eyes Every time I see them make me want to cry Shoot us down with all the lies Crawl on your knees you might survive You might survive You delay the things you know you hide Stained glass house will make you cry It'll make you cry We walk the transit streets Until you find me Until we finally met And I'll say that You got to die for something beautiful Diamonds break our aching minds Elegance is turning us sober You'll regret the time You got to die for something beautiful Diamonds break our aching minds Elegance is turning us sober You'll regret the Boy you got to stick to your guns Before the crystals shoot out your mouth Pack the walls before the lines fall out Boy you got to stick to your guns Before the crystals shoot out your mouth Pack the walls before the lines fall out Movement stops in the windmills Finding out what killed you Relapse in the sin We start over again Words just fade away Finding the things to say Relapse in the sin Oh we go again We are the youth In a crowd of love We fight for peace Until the burnt out sun Cuz we are the youth In a crowd of love We fight for peace Until the burnt out sun You got to die for something beautiful Diamonds break our aching minds Elegance is turning us sober You'll regret the Every time I see your face at night Moving slowly through the wanted lights Watermarks illuminate your eyes Every time I see them make me want a Every time I see your face at night Moving slowly through the wanted lights Watermarks illuminate your eyes Every time I see them make me want to cry