Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when Im lying in the gray sleep
I dont know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes and look at the floor
And now I dont see you anymore
There is no choice
We make a 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 Im lying in the gray sleep
I dont know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes and look at the floor
And now I dont see you anymore
Any more
Any more
Any more