Lyrics

Wave of eastern air surrounds me
No eye contact, unspoken rules
From the Orient, endless past
Once desolate, now beginning to thrive

Painted cathedrals scratch the sky
Higher they are, closer to God
Towers blackened from gunpowder
Strange to be caught in time of peace

Once controlled by those with red stars
Left for waste until westerners
Commercialized the country, but
Is this better or more of the same