Sitting on the Edge

Crack your window a tad for me
I'd like to breathe in the breeze
I used to not understand, but now I do
You need to get into the groove

Just shake those shoulders, lose your attitude
You cut your laces to remove your shoes

'Cause I'm less scared
To hang my toes over the edge of a cliff
Than over the foot of my bed

I paved the road you're driving through my head

(Shake it up now)

Find a new place to hide
You're not allowed inside
Take a look and tell me if you think it's fine here
Is there something wrong dear?

There's a comfort when you're sitting on the edge
And you're saying what's been said, I know it's all in my head
But the scratches on the door are even further from a cure
For this disease that doesn't cease to amaze me

But, I know I must go home, the show goes on
I've gotta find my way out of here

(Ohhh)

There's despair sitting there, but you don't seem to care

'Cause I'm less scared
To hang my toes over the edge of a cliff
Than over the foot of my bed

But let's be fair, 'cause with the wind that's in your hair
There's a clarity that soon consumes me

The subtle rush of the blood that makes you blush
Proves your elegance is truly suiting

You paved the road I drove through all these nights