Standing on the edge of the cliff. And I'm thinking it through my mind. I'm afraid that I'm about to slip. Because my body is out of time. . And I think, I think, I think, I think.
Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall. Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall. The chins they did wobble, the eyes did stare. There was a sense of threat in the air.
It's funny how it tears me apart. Well, first it breaks your head then your heart. I should've loved you better. From the start. . It's chewin' at my bones and my brains.