Bauhaus - Burning From The Inside

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
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