Back From The Edge

Bruce Dickinson

A silent river flowing black

strange attractions 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

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

sign from the edge...

back from the edge...

now and then I wonder where the faces

from my childhood have gone

like father like son your bones it lives on glowing shadows

back from the edge