Lyrics:

'Those who believe in tele-kinetics, raise my hand!'

As close to the edge as he could without going over
We are what we pretend to be
Out on the edge you see things you can't see from the centre
Careful what we pretend to be

So sharp, warm, smart and human
A word can pin a star to a night
So warm, sharp and beautiful
A heart can fill a sky

Able to love and be loved and simply love living
We are what we aim to be
Our flaws, needs and guts spilled out to find the absurd heart
Careful what we aim to see

So sharp, warm, smart and human
A word can pin a star to a night
So warm, sharp and beautiful
A heart can fill a sky