Running Fool

They like to twist stoned hairs, rustling remnants of romance. I know it's right there but it's so hard to find, until I fall through the glass hands that hold my mind. Wasn't it lovely before?
They keep stealing my gold straight out of my hands, and I'm trying to hold onto anything I can.
I'll do anything...
Where does the distance begin? When does sickness set in?
They cut into me deeper, and deeper. They creep through the flood to my core. Wasn't it lovely before I was born?
I'll do anything I can.
I hate the cries...
I will drown them tonight in the sea for you, I will.
I'm a running fool.
I got nothing.
I will bury my head in the sea for you.
I'm a desperate man. Am I alive? For what? For who?
I'm a running fool.