Back from the Edge - Bruce Dickinson

Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, he would reach for the stars, yeah You can take my home, you can take my clothes You can take the drugs I have that nobody knows You can take my watch, you can take my phone You can take all I've got 'til I'm skin and bone I don't want control, I can dig my own hole I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold 'Cause I don't need heat, I've been burnin' in hell But now I'm back with my own story to tell Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, back from the edge Back from the dead Back from the tears that were too easily shed Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Who would reach for the stars, yeah They don't like my lies, they don't like my songs Except in karaoke when they're singing along Did you see them build me up? Well I just tear myself down With a smile on my face, I dug my grave in the ground We all make mistakes, we're so quick to judge It's hard to forgive when we hold onto a grudge So turn down the heat, I've been burnin' in hell But now I'm back with my own story to tell Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, back from the edge Back from the dead Back from the tears that were too easily shed Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Who would reach for the stars, yeah I don't want control, I can dig my own hole I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold 'Cause I don't need heat, I've been burnin' in hell But now I'm back with my own story to tell Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, back from the edge Back from the dead Back from the tears that were too easily shed Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Who would reach for the stars

I can see you walking I can hear you talking But in the end I'm alone again Far from the edge I'm going I'm holding my last breath So many left unsaid If you could only see me I'm lying in your hands You'll never understand Life or death Can you find me the answer? I beg I can see you walking I can hear you talking But in the end I'm alone again With my eyes of fire Burning my desire But in the end I'm alone again Far from the edge I'm holding my last breath I feel so close to death If you could only hear me I'm crying while you stand I'm dying feel my hand I can see you walking I can hear you talking But in the end I'm alone again With my eyes of fire Burning my desire But in the end I'm alone again I can see you walking I can hear you talking But in the end I'm alone again With my eyes of fire Burning my desire And in the end I'm alone again

Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious And like a rubber ball We come bouncing back We all got a second act, inside of us I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great (On the edge of great) great (On the edge of great) great (On the edge of great) 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great We all make mistakes But they're just stepping stones To take us where we wanna go It's never straight, no Sometimes we gotta lean Lean on someone else To get a little help Until we find our way I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great (On the edge of great) great (On the edge of great) great (On the edge of great) 'Cause we're standing on the edge of Shout, shout Come on and let it out, out Don't gotta hide it Let your colours blind their eyes Be who you are no, compromise Just shout, shout Come on and let it out, out What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive Ooh-oh I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of great Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great (Great, on the edge of great) on the edge of great (Great, on the edge of great) on the edge (Great, on the edge of great) 'Cause we're standing on the edge of Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious

悲しみに 囚われたくはない 俯いた場所に 涙を落として行きたくない 運命を振り解いて 走り出せるはずなんだ 願いは叶うはずなんだ 叩き潰せ 昨日の葛藤 Pray for the future from the edge of darkness 向かい風を乗っ取って 嵐の先は見えなくたって もう道は選べない 勝ち残れ 迷いはいつも愛情と光を 秤にかける さあ 立ち上がるんだ もう一度 今 君はその刃を 何処へ振り下ろす？ 優しさと馴れ合いたくはない 手が届いたって救えるものはそんな多くない 足を前に動かすんだ 陽のあたる場所にきっと 辿り着けるはずなんだ 笑いあえるはずなんだ 僕らは進む 闇を砕いて Pray for the future from the edge of darkness 何を叫び泣いたって 淀んだ世界の嘆きに染まる もう返れない 愛の春 記憶が吹雪に凍る 失くしたものは ねえ 戻らないんだ 何一つ 投げ捨てたいと思っていた弱さだって 君の手を離さない 最後の鎖になっていた Pray for the future from the edge of darkness 走り続けるんだって 嵐の先は見えなくたって もう道は選べない 勝ち残れ！ 迷いは君の感情に自由と言う痛みを触れる さあ 立ち上がるんだ何度でも 今君が行く大地に 雪は降り積もる ただ白い未来

We all have secret lives, in our secret rooms Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, when the night is closing down Sliding into darkness, you could be like me Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye We all make up our faces, the make-up of the clown Happy leaving traces of our childish background Pointing at the sky, we can watch the stars You think you're all alone, but you never are... Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye

The farmhouse was overtaken By vine and the snake Hooked on phantom power The acres seemed to ache Pursued by floating rebels They'd take us, if they could I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs The door mouse was mistaken There was no quarter there The attic and the cellar Were but jaws of a bear The hunter was the quarry All tangled in the wood I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Disembodied gentry Gathered by my door Your electrical habits Aren't welcome here anymore That day I left With a locket and glove Keepsakes lest I forget A woman by the name of Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Emily Dickinson Trade your lily for a rose Run to the valley Where the wild daisy grows Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know