Closer to the Edge
Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free? A birth of a song, a death of a dream - Closer to the edge
Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free? A birth of a song, a death of a dream - Closer to the edge
For long you live and high you fly, but only if you ride the tide - And balanced on the biggest wave, you race towards an early grave
Choke me in the shallow water, before I get too deep
If Columbus was wrong, I'd drive straight off the edge