Stand in darkness 
With your back towards the light 
Chase shadows on the wall
Ignorant of the thorns

Bear the stinging ****** 
And be grateful you were born
Crooked smile
Wind at your back

Edge of nothing 
Falling in the abyss of tomorrow
Where is the treasure 
And the map to find it

Scatter and crash
But get right back to it 
Dig your own wishing well
Call the shots

But remember to fall on your knees
At least every once in a while 
Cos even the high you're on 
Is at the mercy of God 

Without which not a whisper 
Is heard or a sound created 
A leaf shall not rustle
Without the permission of it's creator