Edges of the World Lyrics > Fun Home

BRUCE:
I fucking love beginnings,
Flying high!
It's hard to know where to start.
It's all so fast,
I'm trying not to spin.
I guess I'm older,
And it's harder when you're older to begin.

Peeling plaster,
Sagging roof,
Two missing stairs,
A buckled wall.
I'm fired up to do this,
But on my own for it all…

So much damage,
Broken windows,
Pipes are shit,
Crap veneer.
It's hours later,
Jesus, I'm still standing here,
Still standing here.

But when the sunlight hits the parlor wall
At certain times of day,
I see how fine this house could be.
I see it so damn clear!
What's the matter?
Why am I standing here?

Bad foundation,
Twisting floorboards,
Shoddy pipes,
A gaping hole.
It's a lot,
It's a lot to keep under control.

Something's cracking,
Something's rotting.
Piles of ruin and debris
Killing me,
Crushing me,
Pushing me!

But when the sunlight hits the parlor wall
At certain times of day,
I see how fine this house could be.
I see it so damn clear!
What's the matter?
Why am I standing here?

Dear Al, I'm scared.
I had a life I thought I understood.
I took it and I squeezed out every bit of life I could.
But the edges of the world that held me up have gone away,
And I'm falling into nothingness
Or flying into something so sublime.

And I'm
A man I don't know.
Who am I now?
Where do I go?
I can't go back.
I can't find my way through.
I might still break a heart or two!

But when the sunlight hits the parlor wall
At certain times of day,
I see how fine this house could be.
I see it so damn clear!
Oh my god,
Why am I standing here?

Last Update: June, 10th 2013