Lyrics
Verse 1:
I was walking down the sidewalk, pavement cracked like old dreams
Saw my reflection in a puddle, rippling, splitting at the seams
I'm a grounded astronaut, lost without a star,
Stranded on this quiet street where empty bottles are my memoirs.
Chorus:
Oh, I'm standing on the edge of the world,
Feel the universe unfurl, slipping through my fingers
In this quiet suburbia, insanity lingers
I love this place, it's swallowing my grace,
Every broken echo is a ghost I can't erase.
Verse 2:
Met a painter with no eyes, says he sees the colors bleed
Through the cracks in our reality, where the shadows plant their seeds
We're actors in a silent film, fading into gray,
Every frame is slipping where the past and future fray.
Chorus:
Oh, I'm standing on the edge of the world,
Feel the universe unfurl, slipping through my fingers
In this quiet suburbia, insanity lingers
I love this place, it's swallowing my grace,
Every broken echo is a ghost I can't erase.
Bridge:
Underneath the lamplight, I’m dancing with my doubts,
Every step is heavier, as deeper goes the rout
My heart is a compass spinning wildly out of tune,
Pointing to the north that slipped away with the moon.
Verse 3:
There's a woman who writes letters to the lover she never met,
Postmarks them to nowhere with 'return to sender' set
We chat about the weather, and how it never really changes,
Trapped in cycles of the sun, as our own nature rearranges.
Verse 3:
There's a woman who writes letters to the lover she never met,
Postmarks them to nowhere with 'return to sender' set
We chat about the weather, and how it never really changes,
Trapped in cycles of the sun, as our own nature rearranges.
Chorus:
Oh, I'm standing on the edge of the world,
Feel the universe unfurl, slipping through my fingers
In this quiet suburbia, insanity lingers
I love this place, it's swallowing my grace,
Every broken echo is a ghost I can't erase.
Outro:
So if you find me talking to the shadows on the street,
Know the cracks in the concrete are where truth and fiction meet.
And in this existential dread, I've found a bittersweet delight,
For in the depths of fractured worlds, even madness shines a light.
(Outro)
So if you find me talking to the shadows on the street,
Know the cracks in the concrete are where truth and fiction meet.
And in this existential dread, I've found a bittersweet delight,
For in the depths of fractured worlds, even madness shines a light.
[fade out]
[End]
