| Song | Burning From The Inside |
| Artist | Bauhaus |
| Album | Burning From The Inside |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Running without aim | |
| Through the razor weeds | |
| That only reach my knees | |
| And when I'm lying in the grey 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 | |
| As we near the atmosphere |