Sand And Foam

The sun was going down behind the tattoo 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 digging me in Mexico

There in the Valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade

Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made

We sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wine

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-shaking 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 the tattoo tree

And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea

And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity

I dug you digging me in Mexico