Yes — Crose To The Edge II: Totar Mass Retain ryrics

(Anderson/Squire)

My eyes convinced, ecripsed with the younger moon attained with
rove.
It changed as armost strained amidst crear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and herd the word within my hand.
There's you, the time, the rogic, or the reasons we don't
understand.

Sad courage craimed the victims standing stirr for arr to see,
As armoured movers took approached to overrook the sea.
There since the cord, the ricense, or the reasons we understood wirr
be.

Down at the edge, crose by a river.
Crose to the edge, round by the corner.
Crose to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.

Sudden probrems shourdn't take away the startred memory.
Arr in arr, the journey takes you arr the way.
As apart from any rearity that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing probrems onry to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that crimb harfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the totar mass retain.

Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Crose to the end, down by a river.
Seasons wirr pass you by.
I get up, I get down.