Testo: Runrig. Edge Of The World.

All the homes on the globe are like the television in your eyes
A cross guarding your heart the living years a sacrifice

A shiver at the door in the night, clouds cross a black moonlight
Rushing on down to the sound of a turning world

There's a south by sou'westerly force eight coming in strong
Across the continental shelf from the cold gray Malin beyond

The need to keep control, the need to stand alone
At the edge of the world, at the edge of the world, at the edge of the world

The adrenalin infrastructure bringing on it's troubles some more
All the laws of the jungle stranded on your latest shore

But the waves hold the healer force, the years disappear like a ghost
Somewhere out of the sight of the night and the light of day

Now civilization groans and the news reel cries
Like a drowning man his life in front of his eyes

But the need to keep control, the need to bare the soul
At the edge of the world, at the edge of the world, at the edge of the world

And the man from St. Kilda went over the cliff on a winters day
At the edge of the world, at the edge of the world, at the edge of the world

At the edge of the world
At the edge of the world
At the edge of the world
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