On the edge of my beginnings
I wait for what I cannot see
Light appears without being shed
I think of future things misled
On the edge of my beginnings
Fields are stretching out ahead
I wait for things I cannot see
Light is pouring down on me
On the edge of my beginnings
I wait for my turn on the swing
On the edge of my beginnings
Striving for the golden brass ring
Phoebe waits for me there
Light switch switch blade blade of grass
Lamp shade shade is down over the glass
Pillow case basket case from my bed
Sheets covers you and my sleepy head
I've reached my beginnings
Think I've been here before
On the edge of the end
I'm no longer bored
I've reached my beginnings
Think I've been here before
Beginning is the end
When you're living on the edge
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