In a place where love lost and hope collide
A place where the young die beautiful
Where the human rebellion resides
In a land of divided cubicles
A heart stops its solemn beat
And two lost hands finally meet
At last, I can rest my running feet
In the chilling liquid starlight
Hurt and death poison the storming air
Balanced on a cliff, a young and vibrant mare
Her coarse hair tangled by her running feet
And the gash in her belly two feet deep
This is where my mind belongs
Blown to bits, no right of passage, no sad song
This is where my soul will stay
From mourning the night, to the kiss of a new day
We all will sit on the edge of The Great Abyss
Not a thing to love, but not a thing to miss
