From the 17 hundredth floor She watches the swallows soar Storm coming from the east From the east From the east A cumulonimbus dream Like poppy fields and whipping cream And tears flowing from the east From the east From the east Oh oh oh oh oh oh She's so far gone In old Hong Kong Dim red lights With wooden pillows Her boyfriend was named RD He said you never had no dreams like these The needle is sharp and clean It's from the east From the east A warmth and some distant bells The sweetest thing she ever felt The smoothest road into Hell Is from the East From the east Oh oh oh oh oh oh She's so far gone...