Down in the quartz quarry,
Thereâs a torquoise lake.
The stones are glimmering white,
And the sky is blue.
Lounging down in the quartz quarry,
Some more pot, Iâll take,
Iâm high as a kite,
And the water is cold, refreshingly blue.
Down in the quartz quarry,
Shivering gently after floating in the lake,
The sun is setting, nearly night,
And Iâm in love with you.
Relaxing down in the quartz quarry...