I remember paper lanterns with small red candles floating down the river
but I don't remember the festival or in who's honour they were lit.
I remember roadside shrines and little envelopes of money, not proper
money but a special kind who's name I don't remember either.
I remember the big pagoda but couldn't tell you where it was.
I remember so much about those years but there's so much I forgot.
I remember warm rain and warm puddles that we jumped in with flip flops on.
I remember the little guy on the motobike and sidecar that used to come
round selling soda and taking caps for prizes and the bubble stuff in a
tube.
I remember the paper pucks with feathers in that the local kids would
play with like hacky sacks.
I remember the smell on incense in the temples
I remember the markets. The sights, the smells, the sounds of so many
things never seen or heard or smelt before or since.
I remember Hong Kong
And I'm sure its changed since I was 5 but I want to go back and see
just how much.

Lying in the bed
Watching a TV
Feelin so upset
Cause there's no one here

Always overthinking
So much sleepless nights
There's a book i'm reading
Affraid to be alone tonight

But i'm still waiting
For you to come
Into my life
And bring me Hope

And i'm still thinking
What you'll be like
Will you ride me
On your motobike

Eating a dinner with relatives
I'm sitting silent as a mouse
Listening to their stories
Can't wait to go back to my house

Dealing with this problem
It made Me so tired
But I need someone
Who will know what I desire

But ir you'll come
Into my life
And bring me hope
And bring me light

I'm sure
I'll bring some good in yours
If only you
Won't let me go