At the edge of the world nothing is said 

Call a witness 

Conversation is dead 

We pray for the coming



But we don't hear a word

We're all waiting around the edge of the world 



The loneliest place I know is my own street

And your very own words 

Are the hardest to eat 

From the shadows of plastic 

Where you shout to be heard 

You're just sitting around at the edge of the world



The telephone is lying there on the floor 

Somehow the moss just creeps round the door 

And everyone's crying from a painfull blow 

That came down the cable centuries ago

Three men from the East

Correctly concurred 

And left us in shackles 

At the edge of the world 



The edge of the world 

Waiting in pieces at at the edge of the world.