Bruce Dickinson - Back from the edge

BRUCE DICKINSON - BACK FROM THE EDGE.

A silent river flowing black
strange attractions no turning back
present danger i recall
that pins my senses to the wall
back from the edge where the darkness has fled
and iand'm swimming
in light and iand'm falling... falling from the edge...
back from the edge
i fell from grace and thatand's a fact
still have urges i fight back
cold decisions wear me thin
kill yourself begin again
back from the fear
that youand're not worth a damn
throw yourself
into light and the rush as you
sign from the edge...
back from the edge...
now and then i wonder where the faces
from my childhood have gone
like father like son your bones it lives on glowing shadows
back from the edge