Another Round

What is this blowin' wind?

It's takin' my feelings away

Lost in the crossroads at the edge

Of the empty spaces

I feel broken, I feel only the cold wind

Grey city and the rush of wind

Empty crossroads and dirty cars

The speed of sound in the background

There will be another round

There will be another round

There will be another round

There will be another round

Where is my crying soul?

It's talkin' to muy empty heart

Lost all alone, yeah, at the limit

Of the blasting chaos

I feel broken, I feel frightful bites

Grey city and the rush of wind

Empty crossroads and dirty cars

The speed of sound in the background

There will be another round

There will be another round

There will be another round

There will be another round