Lyrics:

Gone are the days of the irovy towers
Butterfly kisses and analog flowers
Wandering eyes watching over the trees
Screaming internally
There you are
With those jezabelle eyes
There you are
Not a cloud in your skies
There you are
At a hundred degrees
Singing diamonds and roses
And everythings golden
But that doesn't matter to me
Loveletters written with programmed affection
Poisonous whispers and data collection
The garden of eden Guantanamo bay
Hanging on holy days
There you are
With those jezabelle eyes
There you are
Not a cloud in your skies
There you are
At a hundred degrees
Singing diamonds and roses
And everythings golden
But that doesn't matter to me
Oh who was I
To twist the knife
Out in the darkness
With my alibi
There you are
With those jezabelle eyes
There you are
Not a cloud in your skies
There you are
At a hundred degrees
Singing diamonds and roses
And everythings golden
But that doesn't matter to me