He threw all those parties hoping she'd wander in one night.
I don't want to be with anyone else in there. Just you.
Remember when you were young
You shone like the Sun
Shine on, you crazy diamond!
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
Shine on, you crazy diamond!
You were caught on the cross fire
Of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on, you target for faraway laughter
Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr
And shine!
— I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
— He does landscapes.
— So what happens when we get back?
— I don't know. I guess we try to forget.
— I don't want to forget.
Two of the brightest stars in the night sky are Altair and Vega. And it is said they were deeply in love but forever separated by the celestial river of the Milky Way. But once a year, on the seventh day of the seventh month, Vega cries so hard that all the magpies in the world fly up and create a bridge with their wings so the two lovers can be together for a single night of passion.
You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the Moon.
Shine on, you crazy diamond!
Threatened by shadows at night
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond!
Well you wore out you welcome
With random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on, you raver, you seer of visions
Come on, you painter, you piper, you prisoner
And shine!
