Edge
Tekst og musik: Ivan Pedersen




We rounded edges - burried our doubt
laboured at love until all love was worn out
You want it so badly
you never want to leave
It seems the harder you try
the less you achieve
Meeting with magic - fell into your eyes
found myself flying like a cloud in the skies
hoping and praying that this time is right
try to take this love away now and you´ll be in for a flight
Fading like flowers in the hot buring sun
rebuilding ruins of a love that´s all gone
watching your face while you´re asleep
are there no secrets left now - did we dive in too deep