When I was sent to walk this long cold way
Id never meant to take it all this far
Nobody told me I was bound to stray
You gave me visions and cut out this part
When the journey is over
Then what will remain
But a churchyard of angels
Dont need no glory
The bottle and I
Dont need no sympathy at all
As I hang on the edge
Dont need no glory
Till the rivers run dry
I wont cry for sympathy as I
Hang on the edge
When your were shackles chances passed me by
Ive broken free
Now Im free falling
Laid down my arms as you laid down the lie
Those words you didnt say when I was calling
Fingers bleed onto the ivory
They dance on the keys
To a churchyard of angels
Dont need no glory
The bottle and I
Dont need no sympathy at all
As I hang on the edge
Dont need no glory
Till the rivers run dry
I wont cry for sympathy as I
Hang on the edge