Chinatown - Gillian Welch

Sundown and the bells are warning

Did I miss the mailman again?

No, he had nothing for me

And nobody called today

And no one knows what to say

Black sun is beating down

On Chinatown

All of the sweetest flowers

They grow up on the sunny side

But down here, it’s the darkest hour

And we run the other way

Midnight to yesterday

And we’re always upside down

In Chinatown

Oh, though I tried to manage

You don’t understand my mind

Our love used to speak in Spanish

There’s a poison in the air

The fever’s everywhere

Bad haze that hangs around

In Chinatown

Bad haze that hangs around

In Chinatown