Текст: Avalanche City. The Streets.

I have found sorrow, sorrow
When I feel alone, alone
I need to follow, follow
In the distance I hear the pulse

'Cause even with the lights gone out I know
The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on
It's bounding through the streets scattering the cold
The marching band rolls on
The marching band rolls on, rolls on

We'll lead with the heart and let our heads follow
We'll leave all the plans to work themselves alone
I'm hearing the ways that I have left to go
Oh you know it's the sound that arrests my soul

'Cause even with the lights gone out I know
The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on
It's bounding through the streets scattering the cold
The marching band rolls on
The marching band rolls on, rolls on
Rolls on, rolls...

The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on, rolls on
The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on, rolls on
It's marching through the streets scattering the cold