Quality Inn room 233
wondering why you left me
light on the wall like white bamboo
feels like China where I am with you
China love so foreign and fragile
cut the skin and watch it spill
over your white bamboo
Pickup pulls into it's spot
empty cars in a crowded lot
lights through my window, shadows move
lost in this forest of white bamboo
China love so foreign and fragile
cut the skin and watch it spill
over your white bamboo
Jet-lag dreams rock me awake
your sharp words I cannot shake
the humid night still and blue
writing by the light of the white bamboo
China love so foreign and fragile
cut the skin and watch it spill
over your white bamboo
The whir of traffic softly plays
lonely cars on a dark highway
and I can't see a thing that I write
cradled in this bamboo night
China love so foreign and fragile
cut the skin and watch it spill
over your white bamboo

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