[Music: P. Wagner/Lyrics: P. Wagner]



They came along last night

I knew again there was no end in sight.

We all had too much.

We needed a break to let it out our guts.



So we turned it on to its highest point

shot far over the line when its fun

we dropped out on the edge stumbling on the edge



Set the mind afire

let the engine run overpowered

'n'break the bonds of sleep

feed the overdose with all to keep



And we turned it on to its highest point

shot far over the line when it's fun

we dropped out on the edge

stumbling on the edge



One the edge when there's no point to go further

there's no way to turn the steerwheel 'round.

What else left then to take it as a man

accept the final rest for now

and wait for the return.