Thoughts

Thoughts They are like restless peace 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. Thoughts Are creeping in with arms of silence. Time, Will make me me drown here on my island. The 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 a fire. Oh, I am running, running, running, running. Oh into the fire --- Thoughts - Michael Schulte