Sichuan Dreams

Thinking of an opening line

Watching the way her body moves

The grooves

And, oh, the silk so fine

Come all the way from Sichuan

In the darkness of the street

With Converse on her feet

And the hair pulled down

At the temple

Turned around

When the sky is red at night

All the markets fling open their doors

We walked through deserted halls

Searching top-to-bottom through the floors

Never did I know

That this would be the famous end, darling

That the point of no return

Was the moment of the end

Thinking of a way to begin

Watching as she steams Italian themes

The dreams

And, oh, the fingers thin

Come all the way from Old Taiwan

Sipping green tea to the dregs

With blue jeans on her legs

In the quiet space

In which she finds her only place

When the sky is red at night

All the markets fling open their doors

We walked through deserted halls

Searching top-to-bottom through the floors

Never did I know

That this would be the famous end, darling

That the point of no return

Was the moment of the end

Where is she now

What could she be doing?

And did she ever get her dim sum?

Did she, did she?

I don't know where she's gone

When the sky is red at night

All the markets fling open their doors

We walked through deserted halls

Searching top-to-bottom through the floors