a doll that's made in japan

an honourable man picks a slender orchid

and crushes it between his hands

the sacred knife of a samurai

serves up sushi in a sandwich bar

a doll that's made in japan

is made for every man

tigerlily with eyes of jade

takes you to a carnival of toy balloons

see a kite floating by with the face of a chinese mandarin

it's such a different world

it's hard to remember which land you're in

i seem to recall a milk white hand

painted with blood red fingernails

a tiny girl with empty hands

walks the streets of tokyo

as you fly through a city of empty souls

you feel that the wind is whispering