Standing at the Edge

We're standing on the edge The edge of time And 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 our desire And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time Where is our joy Where is our hope Where is our fire And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time We are the 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 ths 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 of making love --- Standing at the Edge - Hawkwind