I’m standing at the top of a seventeen story building
and beneath my feet, the whole city’s burning
I’m standing at the edge of a bridge that leads nowhere
is it unfinished or broken, who really cares?
I remember when all we could see was snow
I remember when you and me were not at war
I’m standing at the corner of an empty dead end street
empty of souls that’s for sure, but quite full of dead bodies
I’m standing at the edge, the edge of the world
yeah the edge the world that’s all it seems to be
I remember when all we could see was snow
I remember when you and me were not at war
I miss the time when we could play football in the snow
I miss the time when we didn’t have to watch for landmines
and beneath my feet, the whole city’s burning
I’m standing at the edge of a bridge that leads nowhere
is it unfinished or broken, who really cares?
I remember when all we could see was snow
I remember when you and me were not at war
I’m standing at the corner of an empty dead end street
empty of souls that’s for sure, but quite full of dead bodies
I’m standing at the edge, the edge of the world
yeah the edge the world that’s all it seems to be
I remember when all we could see was snow
I remember when you and me were not at war
I miss the time when we could play football in the snow
I miss the time when we didn’t have to watch for landmines
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