Notes From the Edge

(written by Johnny Goudie and Jacob Shulze)

 

Notes from the edge

Of my nervous breakdown

Iím writing you tonight

Half spoken words

From a broken transmission

I canít remember

 

A hairdo is nothing without a shoulder to cry on

I know how you feel though, you need a landmine to lie on

And everyoneís humming that they do a sitcom ten years in the making

 

Notes from the edge

Of my nervous breakdown

Iím writing you tonight

Half spoken words

From a broken transmission

I canít remember

 

Mystery is that there isnít mystery

Going blind from the flash of the bulb of the cameras

When the clock called midnight at the close of the decade

And they laughed as you tripped down the stairs to the exits

 

Notes from the edge

Of my nervous breakdown

Iím writing you tonight

Half spoken words

From a broken transmission

I canít remember

 

Itís like my life is a warning to others

The birds are divorcing their heavenly brothers

The anger, these barstools, the tattoos and fools

 

Notes from the edge

Of my nervous breakdown

Iím writing you tonight

Half spoken words

From a broken transmission

I canít remember

 

Notes from the edge

Of my nervous breakdown

Half spoken words

From a broken transmission

 

Notes from the edge

Of my nervous breakdown

Half spoken words

From a broken transmission

 

Notes from the edge

Of my nervous breakdown

Half spoken words

From a broken transmission