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