Testo Rounds

Am I still speaking?
Yeah, I’m long in the wind
I’ll go on and on and on again
If my chest don’t cave in

When did I last breathe in?
Am I empty again?
Oh, that wind that I’ve been spending Is a long one, my friend

Be the sun as my witness
Better prophets could pen
A thousand words for every chord
I could ever begin
May their carbon given
Be an echoing hymn
That goes on and on and on again
So long as I live

(Ah)
(Ah)
Round, around, a round again
We start where I end
Am I still speaking?
Yeah I’m long in the wind
I’ll go on and on and on again
If my chest don’t cave in