F# D#/B
A-B 4 times)
In the haze of the morning, China sits on eternity
F#
D#/B
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities
C# E D#
On the horizon the curtains are closing
F#
D#/B
Down in the orchard, the aunties and uncles play their games
D# B D# B
(Like it seems they always have done)
F#
D#/B
In the blue distance, the vertical offices bear their names
D# B D# B
(Like it seems they always have done)
C# E D#
Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up.
F#
These poor girls are such fun,
D#/B
They know what God gave them their fingers for
D# B D# B
(to make percussion over so-los) [typing percussion]
F#
D#/B
China, my China, I've wandered around and you're still here
D# B D# B
(Which I guess you should be proud of)
F#
Your walls have enclosed you,
Have kept you at home for thousands of years
D# B D# B
(But there's something I should tell you)
C# E D#
All the young boys, they are dressing like sailors.
F#
I remember a man who
D#/B
Jumped out from a window over the bay
D# B D# B
(There was hardly a raised eyebrow)
F#
The coroner told me,
D#/B
This kind of thing happens every day.
C# E D#
You see, from the Pagoda, the world is so tidy.
done by ketty inglet