thoughts

Michael Schulte

Thoughts, they are like restless beasts in my head
Time, it slowly kills me in my cold bed
And turns my faith into a dark, and open doubt

I am running into the fire
Tonight, this war is easily lost
Cause I can't cut these wires
And sparks will turn into
A fire, a fire
I am running into the fire

Ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, oh

Thoughts, are creeping in with arms of silence
Time, have made me drown here on my island
Pressure's rising like a way of open scars

I am running into the fire
Tonight, this war is easily lost
Cause I can't cut these wires
And sparks will turn into
A fire, a fire
I am running into the fire

Oh, I am running, running, running, running
Into the fire
Oh, I am running, running, running, running
Into the fire

Ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, oh