Lyrics / The Wondering Traveler
QUEENSTOWN (Edge of The Lake)
The air is sharp Like a clean cut The air is sharp Like a clean cut Postcard mountains, real cold hands Tour buses spill into rented plans Neon jackets, thrill seeker grin Jump off a bridge just to feel again Down the street, a late shift sigh Someone counts tips under yellow light I’m not rich enough to waste a day Not broke enough to look away Breath in, breath out, let the world go wide If the lake can hold a mirror this clear Maybe it can hold my fear Queenstown, don’t let me come down I’m on the edge of the lake right now Heart too loud in a quiet place I feel brand new in the frozen air Queenstown, keep that blue light on I’m not healed but I’m moving on If I fall, let the mountain catch I’m alive in the after flash Edge of the lake, edge of the lake I don’t break, I don’t break Rich kids toast in a glass front bar Locals drive home in a battered car A couple kisses by the waterline I taste regret like a cheap red wine Snow on peaks like white hot flame Makes your problems feel small, then named I came for thrill, I stayed for truth For the way this town strips you loose No perfect speech, no perfect plan Just a human heart doing what it can Tell the sky I’m trying Queenstown, don’t let me come down I’m on the edge of the lake right now Heart too loud in a quiet place I feel brand new in the frozen air Queenstown, keep that blue light on I’m not healed but I’m moving on If I fall, let the mountain catch I’m alive in the after flash I thought I needed noise To feel alive But silence hits deeper Than the dive So I stand still And let the cold Teach my bones What hope can hold Queenstown, don’t let me come down I’m on the edge of the lake right now Heart too loud in a quiet place I feel brand new in the frozen air Queenstown, keep that blue light on I’m not healed but I’m moving on If I fall, let the mountain catch Edge of the lake Edge of the lake Edge of the lake In my lungs Queenstown, goodnight