Small sliver of moon
Up above Hangzhou
I'm dwarfed by the buildings
In their neon glow
Guard up at all times
Split when trouble shows
When I got nowhere to run to
Where will I go?
The money's coming in
Its 2003
I look for cover
Beneath a Shanghai white oak tree
Guard up at all times
In the shadow of the Bund
Theres so many exits
But nowhere to run