Song | Burning from the Inside |
Artist | Bauhaus |
Album | Burning from the Inside |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |