Edging
Trying to reach the top
Only one thing on my mind
The view's fine on this plateau
But where do I draw the line?
The edge is steep and scary
But I will not stop the climb
Holding on for dear life
The fog is rolling in
As I play the waiting game
Edging ever closer
But the distance stays the same
The precipice is calling
Tho' I refuse to look down I'm
Holding on for dear life
Too far up for me now to
Descend
I can't seem to see to
The end
I'm beginning to feel
The bends
Is this really real?
Pretend
I feel like giving in
Cos' it's just too much to bear
Knees starting to buckle
And I'm struggling for air
The thought of what awaits
Gives me all my strength and might
I'm holding on for dear life
Too far up for me now to
Descend
I can't seem to see to
The end
I'm beginning to feel
The bends
Is this really real?
Pretend
I make my final approach
As I run out of ideas
Surfing on the wake of all
These churning hopes and fears
I'm worried that I'll blow it
Before I have arrived
Holding on for dear life
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
Too far up for me to
I can't seem to see to
I'm beginning to feel
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
Is this really real?
Too far up for me to
I can't seem to see to
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
I'm beginning to feel
Is this really real?
Only one thing on my mind
The view's fine on this plateau
But where do I draw the line?
The edge is steep and scary
But I will not stop the climb
Holding on for dear life
The fog is rolling in
As I play the waiting game
Edging ever closer
But the distance stays the same
The precipice is calling
Tho' I refuse to look down I'm
Holding on for dear life
Too far up for me now to
Descend
I can't seem to see to
The end
I'm beginning to feel
The bends
Is this really real?
Pretend
I feel like giving in
Cos' it's just too much to bear
Knees starting to buckle
And I'm struggling for air
The thought of what awaits
Gives me all my strength and might
I'm holding on for dear life
Too far up for me now to
Descend
I can't seem to see to
The end
I'm beginning to feel
The bends
Is this really real?
Pretend
I make my final approach
As I run out of ideas
Surfing on the wake of all
These churning hopes and fears
I'm worried that I'll blow it
Before I have arrived
Holding on for dear life
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
Too far up for me to
I can't seem to see to
I'm beginning to feel
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
Is this really real?
Too far up for me to
I can't seem to see to
This is the edge, this is the edge
This is the edge, this is the edge
I'm beginning to feel
Is this really real?
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Stafford
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