Burning from the Inside

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 Any more Any more Any more ...