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