Imagination From the mind in the cave, the cold of silence makes me sad I'm isolated, and i don't know how to say, the stare of love, from your eyes- Save me, before i lose my grip at the edge of the world, i am on the swing at the end of the world I touch the void Before i learn how to fly On broken wings, i just had to try A grand illusion Sometimes i can see Whatever happends to believe Save me Before i lose the grip at the edge of the world I am on the swing at the end of the world Save me Before i lose the grip at the edge of the world I am on the swing at the end of the world