All of the pieces which make up your mind All of the stories and all of the lies The kites in your window, the cradle inside The angel who quivers, the fable which died I'd paint you a picture but you change every day From a nun in Calcutta to a bride in Bombay Do you want to read me like I read you Are you tired of the pantomime of the everyday news The body you walked in, the lines of your face The friendships you treasure and the ones you misplaced The ghosts in your wardrobe, the crowns in display The nights you discouraged me to encourage the rain I'd write you a letter but you move every day From the slums in Calcutta to a Beach in Bombay Do you want to read me like I read you Are you tired of the pantomime of the everyday news The prison of sameness, the window of trust The gleam and the brightness, the mould and the rust Tomorrow's a statue we are chiselling today Let's travel to China, let's move to LA Let's travel to China, let's move to LA