Summer Palace

Kneeling at your feet in the middle of a crowd And out I cried, "I'll never be like you!" But even the act within itself Frail girl buries her yellow face in the lap of strong man Is thinly-veiled irony too I know you really try Once I sleep it off it'll be fine Is it heavy to carry my colour around with you? Yellow like sunflowers, river basin fertile soil But a cadmium kiss, stained hands To wrongly sieve those flakes of gold away White man's land, I'm a runny broken yolk I run until the cursing stops Blue and white, fine china On your mother's shelf Arrested by poppyseed eyes For display and never dined with We will never be the same, you and I So I wear your clothes all the time So I wear your clothes all the time So I wear your clothes all the time So I wear your clothes all the time I wear your clothes all the time I wear your clothes all the time