Standing at the Edge - Hawkwind

We’re standing on the edge

On the edge of time

On the edge of time

And it is dark

It is dark

It is dark

It is dark, so dark on the edge of time

And we’re tired of making love

We are the lost

We are the ravaged

We are the unkind

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

And we’re tired of making love

Where are our children?

Where are our fathers?

Where is desire?

It is cold, so cold on the edge of time

Where is our joy?

Where is our hope?

Where is our fire?

It is cold, so cold on the edge of time

We are the lost

We are the forgotten

We are the undying

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

The veterans of a thousand psychic wars

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

The victims of the savage truth

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

And we’re tired

We’re tired

We’re tired

We’re tired

We’re tired

We’re tired of making love