Letra de The verge

Was running free but now the road is fading
Can´t believe it got to this degree
You turn your shoulder with the face your making
Cause sad attempts are what you gave to me
I hope it was a lie

No one can hear you
Not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favor
And tell it to me straight

Capture moments in a box then keep ´em
Tucked away like they were history
Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol
Such a way to make some misery
I hope you get it right
No one can hear you
Not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favor
So brave yourself
And tell it to me

We´re on the verge
Brace yourself

For some kind of redemption
Brace yourself

If you wanna be saved
Brace yourself

For some kind of redemption
Brace yourself

We´re on the verge of a...
Break!