At the Edge of Time

Can you teach me to dance
At the edge of Time
Where the soft grass grows?

At the house with wind chimes
And the trees of shifting sighs,
Can you teach me to dance?

A land smudged with grime
And a land made of moss and lies,
Where the soft grass grows.

Where we pucker our lips with sour lime
And where we never say goodbye,
Can you teach me to dance?

The spot where we fight sublime,
And where the blood stains the ground like a dye,
Where the soft grass grows.

Outside the gas station where you work part-time,
At an hour that is always nigh,
Can you teach me to dance
Where the soft grass grows?