Edgewood

here comes the feeling
you wanna fight but you don't even try
ooh, i wanna see it
your phantom limb is right at your side
you got a feeling
the shock hits from neck to your spine
you're staring at the ceiling
it's some sorta crime
you gotta surmise

it hit me like a shockwave
bury your head and forget where you are
calling all the postmen
deliver the words that no one will write
antiquated evenings
soft state but a brilliant surprise
ooh, you gotta feel it
you're gonna surmise, you're gonna surmise

we are
we are
we are
we are coming around