A song for Oli, who went to sleep in Saigon xxxx

Through imagined eyes we speak

Nothing can come between this immortal steel

There's something so alive in all of this

You just get carried along on the Viet brezze



In Sozo I felt you on the wind

Palm trees and red Buddhist strings

You'll be up there pulling strings yourself

Camera man to stars and gods



Saigon won't be the same

I'll never look at it in the same way again

Laughing with you on New Year's Day

Lying with you and feeling your laugh echo round and round inside me



We said nothing was black and white, but I think this is

Just keep on teaching me how to be limitless

and I'll keep on breathing in the fumes of the Saigon mist

There are many stories to tell

So many stories to tell



Saigon won't be the same...

I'll never look at it in the same way again

Laughing with you on New Year's Day...

Laughing with you on New Year's Day...