Standing on the ledge Looking over head Waiting for the night to fall Time won't stand still Thoughts seem real clear I've been here once before Shattered dreams, scattered themes Tattered & torn They drop out of my hands Like little grains of sand I'll let it go till it stops Till the last one (the last one) Until it drops... Can't keep holding on to this Can't keep clenching up my fist If I'm gonna make it stop Got to let it all drop Weightless As my fears hit the ground Now I can hear them fall below Fate whispers near Scars dissappear From years ago Standing thinking fast Waiting for the last Taking it in before I go Everything seems clear The last disappears Now I'm free to know All the shattered dreams With scattered themes No longer tattered and torn