The edge, it calls to me from the grey
I don't know my hour or day
and I'm afraid of being oblivious to oblivion
I'll say a prayer under my breath and hope you hear

If it's my time to go, I don't want to look back

I’m waiting for something like a light to guide my way
To step into nothing, when I'm not quite sure
that I don't want to stay
I want to believe that somehow I'll be fine
and everything's alright, and this is not my time

The art of balancing is lost on me
I don't know which way to fall into infinity
Will it feel like waking up
or falling back to dreamless sleep, forever, on?

Will it feel like waking up - life before
the way a dream just disappears?
Will it feel like giving up, and letting go, and drifting out?