the edge

when i was sent to walk this long cold way

i'd never meant to take it all this far

nobody told me i was bound to stray

you gave me visions and cut out this part

when the journey is over

then what will remain

but a churchyard of angels

don't need no glory

the bottle and i

don't need no sympathy at all

as i hang on the edge

don't need no glory

till the river's run dry

i won't cry for sympathy as i

hang on the edge

when your were shackles chances passed me by

i've broken free

now i'm free falling

laid down my arms as you laid down the lie: those words you didn't say when i was calling

fingers bleed onto the ivory

they dance on the keys

to a churchyard of angels

don't need no glory

the bottle and i

don't need no sympathy at all

as i hang on the edge

don't need no glory

till the river's run dry

i won't cry for sympathy as i

hang on the edge