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So we stand, you and I:

The same side of the edge ...

A fragile rope of sand,

Thin grains of our hands ...

And we stare, you and I:

Just a sheer-drop of eyes ...

A spasm of flesh,

A chasm, our flesh ...

How do we now come to be?

How do we now come to be?

So we stand, you and I:

The same side of the edge ...

Just a rip on the lips

Of a dumb man

We part, you and I:

With all our screams repressed ...

Almost unaware,

Just a heart dizziness ...

How do we now come to be?

How do we now come to be?

Thin grains in the wind ...

Thin grains in the wind ...