I won't wish for kids   Cuz I will break like glass    And I wish I'd win to 6099 charts   I can find diamonds on a Saturday   In a pot hole or down the backstreets of Los Angeles       And my stomach aches with jokes and jealousy   And I wake at three   I wish you were next to me   And it multiplies   And I've seen six years   Of these time bombs and let-it-go fears      It's my sin   I'm into him   I am into him   If I knew I was sinning it would happen again   It's happening again      Are you a poet too   Or someone who wants it through?   We'll take me down and down and down into a sweet rose      Oh the fall in St Augustine    Three days once a year of green    I pass the fruit stands   And idle cars   I can find diamonds on a Saturday   In a pot hole or down the backstreets of Los Angeles       It's my sin   I'm into him   I am into him   If I knew I was sinning it would happen again   It's happening again