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...