I found it in a pawn shop in a ragged cardboard case With the guns and dusty watches it looked so out of place With a Trailways baggage sticker yellow frayed and torn
When the night time unfolds and the memories that you hold Bring a light to your eyes though you know it's disguise When the night turns to day you turn around and say
Dear Master Suzuki, I am writing you today You say my thoughts are paper tigers and I shouldn't be afraid But these tigers prowl my memories and they stalk me in my sleep