They bring in paintings I don’t understand
I just know what the color is called
They bring in food that I never have eaten
The taste is so unknown

Walking past walls trying to stay upright
Staying close and hiding out
Looking inside wondering what it’s about
Trying to figure out and learn

They ask me to state my opinion
But I haven’t got it here

But I dream of China

They speak a language I don’t understand
But the drink is called ‘Conciliate’
I try to remember
I propose a taste to the one word that I can taste

They ask me to state my opinion
But I haven’t got it here

And I dream of China

There is no understanding
Don’t know if there’s good-will
Don’t know if there’s a will at all
But I am here now and they have a reception
So do keep on trying to understand

Why I dream of China