The Diamond Hard Blue Apples Of The Moon

The transplant circles
'Round the heads of all the heroes
And confusions caused by echoes
That are not for us to see
We sit on magic carpets
Its circles may be seeking for the
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon To a blind man in a dark room
On their magic flying carpets
They must search to find a black cat
And two apples make a pair
But they are not really there,
But they're still tryin' a make a pair of
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon