At the edge of the world nothing is said Call a witness Conversation is dead We pray for the coming But we don´t hear a word We´re all waiting around the edge of the world The loneliest place I know is my own street And your very own words Are the hardest to eat From the shadows of plastic Where you shout to be heard You´re just sitting around at the edge of the world The telephone is lying there on the floor Somehow the moss just creeps round the door And everyone´s crying from a painfull blow That came down the cable centuries ago Three men from the East Correctly concurred And left us in shackles At the edge of the world The edge of the world Waiting in pieces at at the edge of the world.