Here on the edge of the moon. Running from our future. As I look back. Your heart grabs my hand. Asking me. To remember a vow you made. That would always take. Me to the edge of the moon. Circling pictures of you. The time you sailed on. Under the diamond eye. Or for a dolphin who for a song had. Crossed night. To bring back your bride. Under a warm tuscan sun. No cliff was too steep for us. Here at the edge of the moon. I surf a curve thrown by you. And did you teach me to fly. Past your marmalade sky. So that after the waning and waxing of love. You could find. Me at the edge. Here at the edge. Me at the edge of. The edge of the moon. Now I'm going back. Past that marmalade sky. 'cause you've got my waxing and waning. As primitive girls. You can stir the embers of the lucy. Inside of my soul. Now I'm going back. Past that marmalade sky. 'cause you've got my waxing and waning. As primitive girls. You can stir the embers of the lucy. Inside of my soul. Now I'm going back. Past that marmalade sky. 'cause you've got my waxing and waning. As primitive girls. You can stir the embers of the lucy inside. The lucy inside. Stir the lucy inside of my soul. Here at the edge. Me at the edge of. The edge of the moon