Chungking

Making Music

Chungking


All the family's in bed 
Keeping safe in the night 
In the papers they read 
There's trouble in sight 
Morning arrives and 
Something has changed 
They feel afraid 

Feel as though 
I'm falling again 
And I just want to cry 
So help me along 
To where I belong 
There I'm safe in sound 

Making music 

So we're packing our bags 
Getting ready to hide 
And I pray on the move 
Looking up to the sky 
Now we're losing our 
Way but where can we turn 
There's nowhere to stay 

Feel as though 
I'm falling again 
And I just want to cry 
So help me along 
To where I belong 
There I'm safe in sound 

Making music