Thoughts (Schulte Michael)

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. CHORUS 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 drown here on my island, When pressure's rising like a wave of open scars. CHORUS I'm running, running.. into the fire.. I'm running, running.. into the fire..