Sand And Foam

| Em | % | C/G | Em | C/G | | Em | % | % | % | % | % | % | Em G The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree Em G And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea Em C/G Em And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity C/G Em As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico | Em | % | % | % | % | % | Em G There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade Em G Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made Em C/G Em We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers bringing wine C/G Em In that crystal thought time in Mexico | Em | % | % | % | % | % | Em G Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine Em G Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine Em C/G Em Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet C/G Em I'm a-shakin' in my seat in Mexico | Em | % | % | % | % | % | Em G Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night Em G Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight Em C/G Em Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp C/G Em Valentino vamp in Mexico | Em | % | % | % | % | % | Em G The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree Em G And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea Em C/G Em And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity C/G Em As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico | Em | % | % | % | % | % |