Letras
Verse
Quietly we make our way, no one speaks up there's no voice for change.
So dumbed down and drawn out, the true is blurred we haven't figured it out.
Pre-Chorus
One would hope that we could make it out, in this era of such great doubt...
Chorus
I am standing on the edge of my time and I've got nothing left
I am standing on the edge of my time have I got anything left?
Verse
It seems clear we should unite where we stand, hold our own in each whisper and command.
In the end of light, in the silence of dawn, in the darkest hours from now on.
Pre-Chorus
One would hope that we could make it out, in this era of such great doubt...
Chorus
I am standing on the edge of my time and I've got nothing left
I am standing on the edge of my time and I've got nothing left, nothing left.
Pre-Chorus
One would hope that we could make it out, in this era of such great doubt...
Chorus
I am standing on the edge of my time and I've got nothing left
I am standing on the edge of my time have I got anything?
Anything left...