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
. . The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. He flew solo on the mercury sea. The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,. The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
. . The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. He flew solo on the mercury sea. The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,. The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
. . The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. He flew solo on the mercury sea. The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,. The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
. . The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. He flew solo on the mercury sea. The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,. The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
. . The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. He flew solo on the mercury sea. The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,. The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
