There’s a diamond lost inside the earth
Deep underground within the dirt
I dig and dig ’til my hands burn
But I’ll never find her

If the season keeps like this
Bone dry, permanent
I’ll send postcards I don’t even mean
From here, the dim, the back unseen
So where do I go
If this is what’s to be
How will it end?
Without destiny.

Diamond Lost, The Devil Wears PRada.

Making of du projet.

Tirages.