Sitting on the razor's edge How sharp is the blade? Will I feel its fury Before you let me in? Standing on an empty ship Have I left you behind? Or have I just heard an echo of distant shores where you wait for me? What do you see in my eyes? Do you feel the same longing as I -- to stare deep within one another, to see reflections of the soul? I have stood at the chasm's edge and I have jumped with all my heart. Is this the bliss of falling or do you wait for me in the depths? I would catch you, for in you I see the possibility of being. Your thoughts call to me, through your locked corridors I long to walk. Let me in... Let me in... I will open myself to you if this is also what you seek.