Aiko (Emmy the Great)

Aiko, geography has got the better of us again I know you wanna go And I am to be singing To the tail of an aeroplane So I fold these pieces of gold Into animals so I can fashion a chain That will bridge the gap between these continents Aiko, your father's smile has been summoned to other Shores There's a man over there with a gentleman with a bow Who invites you to take to the floor Pack your traveling case With your ribbons and lace For his blood must be furnished with excellent taste But it might burn a hole in your paper face And so you run towards the things you haven't got Just to day goodbye again But do you think of me as he unlocks your knees At the Terrace Garden? Pretty pictures in the window blinds Looking out looks so good wit the winter behind Like it is playing a banjo to a Tennessee line And the three of the cowboys perfectly aligned Does the sky of a Tokyo know How a river can flow like the stroke Of a violin bow? Like a hand will run across the milky sky But you can take these trees And this summer breeze On this stupid looking day And you can send it all to the Japanese Now my love has gone away. And if you see Aiko Or Sayee Let her know That she dances in my dreams.