In a room in Hong Kong, out of a Cantonese song

I met Miss Linda Wong, she was looking for me

She led me to her bedroom

Wonderful things she said

Too much for my head, like I'm all at sea 



Her bones shone through her skin

Her eyes were green and tin (?),

She floated in the wind,

the wind from the sea

Her arms were thin and scarred,

Her face was young and hard

But her mind was a garden, open for me

If I stay here too much longer

much have needed something stronger

I never would belong her

world was not mine

Together we've float and drift

on what we smoked and sniffed

press a button on the lift, for Cloud 9 



Her bones shone through her skin

her eyes were green and tin (?)

she floated in the wind

the wind from the sea

her pale chinese cheeks

ain't seen the sun for weeks,

that ain't the life she seeks

looking for me