Drifting on the Edge

M-A M-D M-D M-D Fading light through cracked blind Soft hum of the world outside I trace the lines on my palm Like maps to places I can't Prouds blur into a haze I'm the glitch in their parade Pockets full of ticket stubs From shows that never played Oh, I'm drifting On the edge Where the normal folks won't tread Chasing sparks In the ordinary building From mess lost But loving the unrest Street lamps flicker like old friends Waving secrets I can't catch I hum tunes to the alley cats They nod like they understand Cardboard signs and borrowed dreams We're all just temporary hands Oh, I'm drifting On the edge Where the normal folks won't tread Chasing sparks In the ordinary building From mess lost But loving the unrest I trace the lines on my palm Fading light through cracked blind M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D M-D