Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the gray 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 a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near, let's be near the atmosphere
Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the gray 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