Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the great 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 Lets be near Lets be near the atmosphere
Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the great 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 Any, Any, Any,... Anymore Any, more, any, more...