[mood:Noir, Haunting, World-Weary] [tempo:Slow, 55bpm] [rhythm:Flowing, Uneven] [texture:Dark, Hollow, Smoky] [ensemble:Solo Violin, Saxophone, Male Narration] [instruments:Distorted Violin, Alto Saxophone, Sparse Piano] [personae:Deep Male Voice, Leonard Cohen-like, Spoken Word] [vocals:Low Baritone, Intimate, Gravelly] [sfx:Vinyl Crackle, Distant Traffic, Jazz Club Murmur] [reverb:Deep, Melancholic, Intimate] [structure:intro, verse1, chorus, verse2, bridge, outro] [duration:4.5min] We're standing on the edge, but we can't see where to go, You say it's over, but I don't understand. The shadows fade into the night, but it's so close, I hold your hand, and I'm afraid I'll let go. You laugh - and there's something in that laugh that's scary, As if the whole world could collapse in an instant. I don't know what's next, and it's scary. You look at me like it's all already decided. How much longer can we stand on this edge? How much longer can we wait until it all collapses? We're holding tickets, but we don't know where to go, You say it'll be better, but it doesn't matter anymore. And I keep thinking: The fear of realizing what's next - Or just staying in this moment, Where everything is possible, but nothing happens. We're standing on the edge, but we can't see where to go, You say it's over, but I don't understand. The shadows fade into the night, but it's so close, I hold your hand, and I'm afraid I'll let go. You laugh - and there's something in that laugh that's scary, As if the whole world could collapse in an instant. I don't know what's next, and it's scary. You look at me like it's all already decided. How much longer can we stand on this edge? How much longer can we wait until it all collapses? We're holding tickets, but we don't know where to go, You say it'll be better, but it doesn't matter anymore. And I keep thinking: The fear of realizing what's next - Or just staying in this moment, Where everything is possible, but nothing happens.