Another Round

What is this blowing wind? It's taking 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 Where is my crying soul? It's talking to my 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