Japanese Hands

Outside I can hear the fireworks

Beyond the paper walls

Where the symbols painted black and white

Run together when the rain falls

And the wind chimes across

KyotoEach time the earth moves

Was it the quake that shook me

Or was it something to do with you

And the hot wind heats the bamboo blinds

And your almond eyes always shine

Sitting cool behind your painted fan

All the secrets of the east

Conceal the beauty and the beast

For tender is the man

In her Japanese hands

Flesh on silk looks different

Than on a cotton sheet back home

Where no one wears their hair like yours

Beneath those oriental combs

And with your thirsty fingers

Running up and down my spine

You forget the western woman

When you're sleeping on

Kyoto time

And the sky explodes

And the moon grows cold

To the distant sound of drums

And the sky explodes

And the moon grows cold

As the dragons on the mainland

Wait to heat the sun