In seventy-five, 

I stood there and cried. 

A walk to the edge... 

A song is written to tell your story. 

A walk to the edge... 

Its how I remember things, 

It's how I missed it. 

And how do I move on when the time has stopped? 

For too long, I've been thinking its time to move on... 

and I'm sinking - again I can kiss 

and I'm crawling from the abyss... 

I've been saving up for this... 

I'm still in love. 

This disk will store my- 

programmed treasures. 

Only thoughts now, 

I can't erase my- 

programmed treasures. 

It's how I remember things, 

it's how I lost it. 

And how will I get there now that your gone? 

I've been thinking its time to move on... 

and I'm sinking - again I can kiss 

and I'm crawling from the abyss... 

I've been saving up for this...