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 on the pulsating fringe of your bubbly, fudge mind

Deep! In the sanctuary of the ruby-lipped lizard who's tripped 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 wondrous smoke of the fur-lined volcano near the cave of the great blue-winged bat, following the flight of the deep, deep breathing butterfly towards the soothing smell of the six-foot narcissus

Are we in the garden of man-eating dandelions or in the safety of the Tasmanian Tree House? Can it be? Will it be? Yes it will as you reach out for where it's at only to find when you're 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 feeds! The flight of mediocrity!

Will we ever free ourselves of the demons of mediocrity?

Wait now with me, knee-deep in the splendor of the peach-fuzz forest in the gentle radiation of the one-eyed puffling 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 promises and grieve on yesterday's sweet sorrow

In the steam heated living room of the warm, teenage tangerine we must now somersault in slow-motion

Down
Down the sliding board to a diamond mine eternity

Crying
Crying, "is God alive?"

And remembering so well that the hand that cradles the rock can certainly... roll the world

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Dave Diamond