The Diamond Mine

Slide with me now, down that purple shaft
Into the deep inner depths of the diamond mine
Where we will witness the flight of the precious peanut butter fudge angel of love
As she spreads her wings and flies high through the thundering silence of your vacuum kept secret
Hiding out in the pulsating fringe of your bubbly fudge mind
Deep in the sanctuary of your ruby lipped lizard
Whose trip through that revolving door of today's changes springs the weightless suspension of those tiny red question marks to pierce your brain
And taunt you to observe the wonderous smoke of the fur-lined volcano
Near the cave of the great blue winged bat, following the flight of the deep, deep breathing butterfly, toward the soothing smell of the six foot narcissis
Are we in the garden of man-eating dandelions, or in the safety of the Tasmanian treehouse

Can it be, will it be
Yes it will as you reach out for where it's at, only to find when your where it's at, it isn't where it's at, at all
So pop out now with me for a borrowed moment and glimpse through the plate glass menagerie of life that time thieves the flight of mediocrity
Will we ever free ourselves of the demons of mediocrity
Wait now with me, knee deep in the splendour of the peach fuzz forest
In the gentle radiation of the one eyed cufflink who joins us on our ball bearing express to the land of lavender and sky blue pink
Where we pause on the latex trampoline of tomorrow's promised who grieve on yesterday's sweet sorrow

In the steam heated living room of the warm teenage tangerine, we must now summersault in slow motion
Down, down the sliding horde, to a diamond mine
Eternity, crying, crying as god alive
And remembering so well that the hand that brittles the rock, can certainly roll the world