Round Walls

Round walls are saving my soul

From the one who's hunting has come

He won't corner me and show my eyes

In his cold reflectionJust not that fair

I paid in mind

Long before he crept to hide

On the gravelled path

Where my travels were made

So cruel and painfulRound walls are saving my soul

Round walls

Round walls are saving my soul

Round wallsWalk down this gutter

With sweat and soot

Body feeling like a worn out book

With pictures of devils and crooked men

Trying to swing up to heaven

I once had a good pure heart

With the kind of warmth you read about

But a fire was burning

And I jumped right into a shivering crowd

Of begging menRound walls are saving my soul

Round walls

Round walls are saving my soul

Round wallsPrayed for this room

Where I stand and drape

Flesh on my bones with colourful faith

It's quite the lesson when things don't pay

And you look for your own round wall one day

Round walls are saving my soul

From the one who's hunting has come

He won't corner me and show my eyes

In his cold reflection