Edge of the World - Runrig

All the homes on the globe

Are like television in your eyes

A cross guarding your heart

The living years a sacrifice

A shiver at the door in the night

Clouds cross a black moonlight

Rushing on down to the

Sound of a turning world

There’s a south by sou’westerly

Force eight coming in strong

Across the continental shelf

From the cold grey Malin beyond

Oh the need to keep control

The need to stand alone

At the edge of the world

At the edge of the world

At the edge of the world

The adrenaline infrastructure

Bringing on its troubles some more

All the laws of the jungle

Stranded on your latest shore

But the waves hold the healer force

The years disappear like a ghost

Somewhere out of sight

Of the night and the light of day

Now civilisation groans

And the newsreel cries

Like a drowning man

His life in front of his eyes

Oh the need to keep control

The need to bare the soul

At the edge of the world

At the edge of the world

At the edge of the world

And the man from St. Kilda

Went over the cliff on a winter’s day

At the edge of the world

At the edge of the world

At the edge of the world