Hidden in the corridors of our mind
we keep looking but never find
the reasons why we try to hide
on the edge of something remembered

Troubles and our torrid situations
have pushed at us and our past relations
leaving us searching and often battered
on the edge of something remembered

With each slap and empty promise
we look for something we have missed
something we lost hold of and stripped
on the edge of something remembered

Vulnerable, victims of our toubled mind
we keep searching... but, will we ever find
what caused our souls to be so scared
on the edge of something remembered

Somewhere between sanity and insanity
there is a boarder to our tourtured reality
When all we want is just to be understood
On the edge of something remembered

We feel scared, lost, tired and alone
if we just looked up or picked up a phone
we'd find it's actually packed, jammed & crowded
on the edge of something remembered

Get up, open your eyes and look around
you will be amazed by what you've found
Come on get up and get recovered
Join us . . .

on the edge of something remembered