The Edge (Quiet Screaming Red Guns)

Think "Devil Wears Prada" mixed with "the Raconteurs"

There is a crash in the kitchen.
There’s a shout at the front door.
Daddy grabs the gun
But is tossed across the counters.
She hears the silence.
She hears her breathing.
She hears footsteps,
And mommy’s screaming.
Quiet takes the house again.
She thinks maybe it’s the end.

It never ends.
Not when you’ve seen it.
It never ends.
Not when you’ve been to the edge.
It never ends for those who’ve been there.
They never leave even after they return.
It never ends.
It never ends.

There is a note on the counter.
There’s a threat spoken in red.
She draws her gun
And is shouting red to the clerks.
She hears the footstep.
She hears his deep breath.
She hears his gun click
And someone’s screaming.
Quiet fills spaces in her head
She thinks maybe it’s the end.

It never ends.
Not when you’ve seen it.
It never ends.
Not when you’ve been to the edge.
It never ends for those who’ve been there.
They never leave even after they return.
It never ends.
It never ends.

(Quiet Screaming Red Guns)
Gun smoke
Never stays in barrels.
(Quiet Screaming Red Guns)
And bullets
Never have the powder packed too long.
Guns start screaming.
Red is fleeting.
No one ever makes it out alive.
It never ends well.
It never ends well.

It never ends.
Not when you’ve seen it.
It never ends.
Not when you’ve been to the edge.
It never ends for those who’ve been there.
They never leave even after they return.
It never ends.
It never ends.