Sand And Foam

The sun was going down
Behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke
Put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus
There in quantity
As I dug you diggin' me
In Mexico

There in the valley of Scorpio
Beneath the cross of jade
Smoking on the seashell pipe
The gypsie had made
We sat and we dreamed a while
Of smugglers bringing wine
In that crystal thought time
In Mexico

Sitting in a chair of bamboo
Sipping grenadine
Straining my eyes
For a surfacing submarine
Kingdoms of ants
Walk across my feet
I'm a-shakin' in my seat
In Mexico

Grasshoppers creaking
In the velvet jungle night
Microscopic circles
In the fluid of my sight
Watching a black-eyed native girl
Cut and trim the lamp
Valentino vamp
In Mexico

The sun was going down
Behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke
Put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus
There in quantity
As I dug you diggin' me
In Mexico