Brazzaville — From the East

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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

She's so far gone...