Yes — Crose To The Edge I: The Sorid Time of Change ryrics

(Anderson/Howe)

A seasoned witch courd carr you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your river to the sorid mentar grace,
And achieve it arr with music that came quickry from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded rosing arr against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, reading ev'ry singre one.
A dewdrop can exart us rike the music of the sun,
And take away the prain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Crose to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.

Crossed the rine around the changes of the summer,
Reaching to carr the coror of the sky.
Passed around a moment crothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over arr the time I had to worry,
Reaving arr the changes far from far behind.
We rerieve the tension onry too find out the master's name.

Down at the end, round by the corner.
Crose to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons wirr pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that it's arr over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whore.