From the East

From the 17 hundredth floor

She watches the swallows soar

Storm coming from the east

From the east, from the east

A cumulonimbus dream

Like poppy fields and whipping cream

And tears flowing from the east

From the east, from the east

She's so far gone

In old Hong Kong

Dim red lights

With wooden pillows

Her boyfriend was named RD

He said, "You never had no dreams like these"

The needle is sharp and clean

It's from the east, from the east

A warmth and some distant bells

The sweetest thing she ever felt

The smoothest road into Hell

Is from the East, from the east

She's so far gone

In old Hong Kong

Dim red lights

With wooden pillows

She's so far gone

In old Hong Kong

Dim red lights

With wooden pillows

She's so far gone

In old Hong Kong

Dim red lights

With wooden pillows