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 reflection
 Just 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 painful
 Round walls are saving my soul
 Round walls
 Round walls are saving my soul
 Round walls
 Walk 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 men
 Round walls are saving my soul
 Round walls
 Round walls are saving my soul
 Round walls
 Prayed 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