Levellers (The)
Edge Of The World
At the edge of the world nothing is said Call a witness Conversation is dead We pray for the coming
But we don't hear a word
We're all waiting around the edge of the world The loneliest place I know is my own street
And your very own words Are the hardest to eat From the shadows of plastic Where you shout to be heard You're just sitting around at the edge of the world
The telephone is lying there on the floor Somehow the moss just creeps round the door And everyone's crying from a painfull blow That came down the cable centuries ago
Three men from the East
Correctly concurred And left us in shackles At the edge of the world The edge of the world Waiting in pieces at at the edge of the world.
From Letras Mania