[Intro] [Verse] It’s all so different at the edge of the world, My friend, so different truly. The clocks have lost their hands from old — No rush to reach the holy. [Bridge] [Verse] And winter feels surprisingly kind, No less than summer’s glory. A quiet tune drifts through the mind, Unfinished — still a story. [Bridge] [Verse] Here dreams at night just fade away, Not bad, not sweetly tender. And spring no longer brings dismay, Nor Mary’s grieving candor. [Instrumental] [Chorus] It seems like everything’s reversed, Yet one thing still reminds you — Joy stands outside, just like it first, But fears the dark hall it must climb through. [Instrumental] [End]
