Linda Wong

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 shined through her skin
Her eyes were green and pinned
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
Must have needed something stronger
I never would belong
Her world was not mine

Together we'd float and drift
On what we smoked and sniffed
Press a button on the lift
For Cloud 9

Her bones shined through her skin
Her eyes were green and pinned
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