Lyrics:

You hear about the guy up in Bethnal Green
Lost his life under a drink machine
What a way to die
Never got the chance to pursue his dream
Lost it all there for a fizzy drink
And that was his life
(Oh, oh, oh)
All I want to make is a difference
Not fade away into insignificance
I'm not gonna lie
But every day's a little more difficult
Holding out hope for a miracle
Maybe I'm aiming too high
And then there was a lady on Upland Road
Lost her life pruning a garden rose
What a way to die
Apparently her final dying words
Were something like, "damn, these secateurs"
And that was her life
(Oh, oh, oh)
All I want to make is a difference
Not fade away into insignificance
And I'm gonna try
But every day's a little more difficult
I'm holding out hope for a miracle
Maybe I'm aiming too high

Just keep breathing darling
We're all stumbling through the night
Like a star that's falling
Catch the world that's passing by, whoa
(Blue diamond)
(Blue diamond)
(Blue diamond skies)
So everyday I'm trying my very best
Just to be more than self obsessed
How's that working out
I can't get away from my little screen
Hoping for a hit of the dopamine
I guess that's modern life
(Oh, oh, oh)
All I want to make is a difference
Not fade away into insignificance
I'm not gonna lie
But every day's a little more difficult
Holding out hope for a miracle
Maybe I'm aiming too high
Too high (blue diamond)
Yeah, too high (blue diamond)
Too high (blue diamond skies)
Maybe I'm aiming too high