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 bu*ton 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