Versuri

In the haze of the morning, China sits on eternity 
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities 
On the horizon the curtains are closing 
 
Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games 
Like it seems they always have done 
In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names 
Like it seems they always have done 
Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up 
 
These poor girls are such fun 
They know what God gave them fingers for 
To make percussion over solos 
 
China my China, I've wandered around and you're still here 
Which I guess you should be proud of your walls have enclosed 
You have kept you at home for thousands of years 
But there's something I should tell you 
All the young boys are dressing like sailors 
 
I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay 
There was hardly a raised eyebrow 
The coroner told me, this kind of thing happens every day 
You see, from a Pagoda, the world is so tidy