Another Round Songtext
von Elias Bender Rønnenfelt

Don′t hide from it tonight, don't begin to run
It′s the pin drop in the waiting room, heard by everyone
Clap back so it rings then back away
Even Luton wasn't built in a day
(in a day)

A sweep, a stretch, an overlook trickle down the dregs
A brush, a scrape, a kiss – confess you're not too proud to beg
Like paint jobs in a nail salon it stays
only for a while, but then it fades
(then it fades)

Remove the outer layers, like a snake your skin is meant to be shed
Despite what some say you don′t always lay as you′ve made your bed


As you poured, you will drink
That's a given, don′t you think
Hit the bottle, wash it down
While there's still time for another round

The slow march to the slaughterhouse, herded with the sheep
Only slim pickings make it out, the rest are put to sleep
No hesitation cheap when just a pause
determines between laughter and applause

When the grinning comes a′howling, wall to wall in a convulsion of sound
The hollers and the bellows seize the feet to have 'em tied up and bound

As you poured, you will drink
That′s a given, don't you think
Hit the bottle, wash it down
While there's still time for another round
While there′s still time for another round