Japanese Hands

Outside I can hear the fireworks
Beyond the paper walls
Where the symbols painted black and white
Run together when the rain fallsAnd the wind chimes across Kyoto
Each time the earth moves
Was it the quake that shook me
Or was it something to do with youAnd the hot wind heats the bamboo blinds
And your almond eyes always shine
Sitting cool behind your painted fanAll the secrets of the east
Conceal the beauty and the beast
For tender is the man
In her Japanese handsFlesh on silk looks different
Than on a cotton sheet back home
Where no one wears their hair like yours
Beneath those oriental combsAnd with your thirsty fingers
Running up and down my spine
You forget the western woman
When you're sleeping on Kyoto timeAnd the sky explodes
And the moon grows cold
To the distant sound of drums
And the sky explodesAnd the moon grows cold
As the dragons on the mainland
Wait to heat the sun