Standing on the edge of oblivion
the world and his wife pass by
the earth is singing beneath my feet
and clouds are dancing in the sky

The edge of oblivion is small
like standing both feet on one stair
the world is so pretty from here
there's a beautiful scent in the air

It's weird up here by oblivion
everything is old and wise
even the birds in the blue
have an intelligent looks in their eyes

But here on the edge og oblivion
alone as a convict in a cell
on the edge of oblivion
I've found my own piece of hell

Because on the edge of oblivion
I don't know if it's wrong or right
I wonder if I'll find the heavens
as the hangman pulls the noose tight