Brink

We're on the edge
We're on the brink
Don't stop to think
Don't stop to think

Been searching for a while
Been looking for so long
If it were right in front of me
Would I know if it was wrong?

Blinded by what I want
Deafened by what I need
My crossed eyes can't make sense
Of anything I read

The storm comes rumbling
And rips down my house
The sun hovers smiling
And fades out my blouse

What if this is it?
This is what I seek
Could something so plain
Really be unique?

We're on the edge
We're on the brink
Don't stop to think
Don't stop to think