[00:19.35]The sun was going down behind a tattoo tree
[00:26.59]And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the
[00:31.19]Sea
[00:34.31]And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
[00:40.30]As I dug you digging me in Mexico
[00:52.91]There in the Valley of Scorpio beneath the cross of jade
[01:00.39]Smoking on a seashell pipe the gypsies had made
[01:07.80]We sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wine
[01:13.91]That crystal-thought time in Mexico
[01:23.28]Sitting in a chair of bamboo sipping grenadine
[01:30.82]Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine
[01:38.46]Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet
[01:44.20]I'm a-shaking in my seat in Mexico
[01:59.69]Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night
[02:07.05]Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight
[02:14.11]Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp
[02:20.57]Valentino vamp in Mexico
[02:35.61]The sun was going down behind a tattoo tree
[02:43.04]And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the
[02:47.59]Sea
[02:50.09]And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
[02:56.64]As I dug you digging me in Mexico