Bruce Dickinson

A silent river flowing black
Strange attractors, no turning back
Present danger I recall
That pins my senses to the wall
Back from the edge
Where the darkness has fled
And Im swimming in light
And Im falling...
Falling from the edge
Back from the edge
I fell from grace, and thats a fact
I still have urges, I fight back
Cold decisions wear me thin
Kill yourself, begin again
Back from the edge
Where youre not worth a damn
Throw yourself into light