Every town has a secret heart That beats every citizen an underground I set my clock to the bootleg near end Broken hands spin around and round I'm on my way just like every day To get milk and kerosene But my reflection in the butcher's window isn't me I freeze. This is Chinatown A state of mind This is Chinatown Is just a state of mind The sky was blue but I wouldn't know I was counting cracks in the concrete I'm memorized them from A to B A choreography in part of me Is not the future, is not the past, is not now The price will double if you try to look them in the eye Don't ask why Cause this is Chinatown A state of mind This is Chinatown A state of mind In Chinatown... Read my furtune in the metro card You'll see nothing if you search hard Read my furtune in the metro card You'll see nothing if you search hard