In Chinatown
Underneath the streets
They put something in your drink
They bind your hands and feet

And take you while you sleep
And lock you up in the hold
These legends do they get to you?
They get to me

When the steam engine wails
And your skin is crawling
Are these just fairy tales
An imaginary monster calling

It's easy enough to get
A little out of hand
A little more morose
To take an extra dose

Her lips a ruby red
Her eyes a coral reef
Her voice a perfect storm
Knows just what you need

Says just come with me

The comets are dangerous
The night a wild flame
Naive and jaded and hurrying
To do it all up again

Cut like a sail
When the hurricane strikes
And there is no place to hide
An imaginary shelter breaking

I get lost in Chinatown every time