the woman has a car and freedom
and a pale stripe on her ring finger
regret glimmers in the streetlights
she wears a shirt that smells of a stranger
we stand on the edge of darkness
we totter on the turns of life
one unstable step and the story changes
we stand on the edge of darkness
we totter on the turns of life
one shaky decision and all collapses
the man came from work in the morning again
in his briefcase, the faintest excuses
oh, if he had only checked carefully
the woman's eyes would have signaled what was to come
we stand on the edge of darkness
we totter on the turns of life
one unstable step and the story changes
we stand on the edge of darkness
we totter on the turns of life
one shaky decision and all collapses
a tsunami unleashed by a flap of wings
a heavy current emerged from a pitiful stream
always under our feet
a steep, slippery road
we stand on the edge of darkness
we totter on the turns of life
one unstable step and the story changes
we stand on the edge of darkness
we totter on the turns of life
one shaky decision and all collapses