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Back From The Edge

Bruce Dickinson
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 fear that you're not worth a damn
Throw yourself into light and the rush as you spin 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