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 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 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 open their doors
We walked through deserted halls
Searching top-to-bottom through the floors
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 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 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 open their doors
We walked through deserted halls
Searching top-to-bottom through the floors
Credits
Writer(s): Hana Ramos
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