The Edge

On the south side of Bedford
Angels pass you by
What an emptiness of hope inside
And a heros eyes
Hear the voices underneath the bridge
The echos of the wall
Im holding to the edge
I wont lose control
I keep my promises in my hands
Im holding on to the edge
When i take control
I keep my promises wherever I go
On the train to the east side
Strangers pass you by
Theres a mother holding on to her child
On a human ride
Hear noise breaking through the wind
See the writings on the wall
Im holding to the edge
I wont lose control
I keep my promises in my hands
Im holding on to the edge
When i take control
I keep my promises wherever I go