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