A silent river flowing black
Strange attractors no turning back
Present danger I recall
That pins my senses to the wall
Back from the edge, where the darkness has fled
And I’m swimming in light and I’m falling
Falling from the edge, back from the edge
I fell from grace and that’s a fact
I still have urges, I fight back
Cold decisions wear me thin
Kill yourself, begin again
Back from the edge, where you’re not worth a damn
Throw yourself into light and the rush as you spin from the edge
Back from the edge, back from the edge, back from the edge
Now and then I wonder where the faces
from my childhood have gone
Like father, like son, in your bones it lives on
glowing shadows
Back from the edge
Back from the edge
Back from the edge
Back from the edge
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