We stand on the edge where the ocean meets the sky,
Whispers of dreams that never die.
The winds carry tales from lands unknown,
Songs of the lost, of seeds we've sown.
In the silence, the echoes rise,
Carried by the stars, across the skies.
From the edge, we hear them call,
Songs from the world where we've seen it all.
Songs from the edge of the world, they sing,
Of distant shores and the freedom they bring.
Through the storms, through the endless night,
We hear their voices, shining bright.
Songs from the edge of the world, they play,
A melody to light the way.
In the quiet, in the wild,
Songs from the edge, forever child.
The tides they turn, but the songs remain,
A rhythm of love, a pulse of pain.
We walk the line between the lost and found,
With the music of the world spinning round.
In the silence, the echoes rise,
Carried by the stars, across the skies.
From the edge, we hear them call,
Songs from the world where we've seen it all.
Songs from the edge of the world, they sing,
Of distant shores and the freedom they bring.
Through the storms, through the endless night,
We hear their voices, shining bright.
Songs from the edge of the world, they play,
A melody to light the way.
In the quiet, in the wild,
Songs from the edge, forever child.
The world may end, the sky may fall,
But the songs will remain, they'll call.
In the dark, in the light of day,
They'll guide us, show us the way.
Songs from the edge of the world, they sing,
Of distant shores and the freedom they bring.
Through the storms, through the endless night,
We hear their voices, shining bright.
Songs from the edge of the world, they play,
A melody to light the way.
In the quiet, in the wild,
Songs from the edge, forever child.
And as we stand on the edge of the shore,
We listen, we hope, we dream for more.
Songs from the edge, where the earth meets the sky,
The echoes of the world, forever will fly.