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...