Standing At The Edge

We're standing on the edge

On the edge of time, on the edge of time

And it is dark, it is dark, it is dark

It is dark, so dark on the edge of time

And we're tired of making love

We are the lost, we are the ravaged

We are the unkind

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

And we're tired of making love

Where are our children?

Where are our fathers?

Where is our desire?

And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time

Where is our joy?

Where is our hope?

Where is our fire?

And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time

We are the lost,

We are the forgotten

We are the undying

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

The veterans of a thousand psychic wars

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

The victims of the savage truth

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

And we're tired, we're tired,

We're tired, we're tired,

We're tired of making love