I wander through the city's heat
past lazy trams and cliffs of glass
I wonder why you left these streets
left me here to live in the past
Come back to me, and let me
paint your fingers red and gold
They're Chinese colours of luck
They're wordless colours of love
The cold Hong Kong rain turns to mud
all the memories we thought were art
The ugly red cabs are its blood
I stand at the docks, at its heart
Come back to me, and let me
paint your fingers red and gold
They're Chinese colours of luck
They're wordless colours of love
The sea wind brings me Hong Kong
dust and salt and fish and oil
It blows on your face too right now
It's a fine day for your ship to sail.
Suggest song name plis.
Exactly what HE would do
17 years ago

3 comments:
wordless ?
Ooooh, it flows ever so smoothly! And blithely!
Land-breeze?
"hong-kong reverie"
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