[Verse 1] I got holes in my pockets Unpaid bills on the floor Same old coffee in the kitchen Same old secondhand drawers [Pre-Chorus] But when the world starts counting numbers I count the hands I get to hold They don't see what I see shining Deep inside my pretty broken gold [Chorus] I got plenty of nothing But I've got diamonds in my heart A soul full of love That's the richest kind of art They can take all my wages Every dollar Every part Still got plenty of nothing And all these diamonds in my heart [Verse 2] Friends crash on my sofa We trade bad jokes till two We pass around our little troubles Like they're something we outgrew [Pre-Chorus] Yeah the car might quit tomorrow Yeah the roof might start to leak But your laugh lights up the shadows Puts a blush in both my cheeks [Chorus] I got plenty of nothing But I've got diamonds in my heart A soul full of love That's the richest kind of art They can take all my wages Every dollar Every part Still got plenty of nothing And all these diamonds in my heart [Bridge] Maybe someday I'll be counting Different numbers Different dreams But if I wake up here beside you I'm already where I'm meant to be (oh yeah) [Chorus] I got plenty of nothing But I've got diamonds in my heart A soul full of love That's the richest kind of art They can weigh me in their measures They can call it coming up short I'll keep plenty of nothing And all these diamonds in my heart
