Back From The Edge - Bruce Dickinson

A silent river flowing black

Strange attractors, no turning back

Present danger I recall

That pins my senses to the wall

Back from the edge

Where the darkness has fled

And Im swimming in light

And Im falling…

Falling from the edge

Back from the edge

I fell from grace, and thats a fact

I still have urges, I fight back

Cold decisions wear me thin

Kill yourself, begin again

Back from the edge

Where youre not worth a damn

Throw yourself into light

And the rush as you spin from the edge…

Back from the edge

Back from the edge

Back from the edge

Now and then I wonder where

The faces from my childhood have gone

Like father, like son

In your bones it lives on Glowing shadows

Back from the edge

(back from the edge)

Back from the edge

(back from the edge)

Back from the edge

(back from the edge)

Back from the edge

(back from the edge)