the pretty things
edge of the night
I saw the canopies, beneath the buildings discreet The hour's late and not a soul on the street, As I stood alone there, at the edge of the night.  With all your wisdom, you had gone to bed early I hesitated and just think what it cost me Just like a victim in the sights it doesn't feel right  At the edge of the night. I had the backbone but then, I heard it cracking. I faced the terror but I found myself lacking What good is courage here, at the edge of the night.  At the edge of the night. There was this man, Gun in his hand, That wanted to waste me My mouth became dry, I reached for the sky, The sight seemed to freeze me He said he'd been a hero, Now he'd fallen down to zero Ain't it a crime  Whooo I handed over all I had on my person My Bank America card and this was my first one Then he just stepped right out of sight, at the edge of the night  At the edge of the night.