Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice we make the point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold As we near the atmosphere bauhaus "Burning From the Inside"
we make the point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold As we near the atmosphere
bauhaus "Burning From the Inside"