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The Edge
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Rock
The Edge was released on September 19, 2025 by 10:01 Productions as a part of the album The Edge
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Release DateSeptember 19, 2025
Label10:01 Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dalen Buckalew
Dalen Buckalew
Guitar, Bass
James Warner
James Warner
Drums
Ilya Mirosh
Ilya Mirosh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dalen Buckalew
Dalen Buckalew
Songwriter
James Warner
James Warner
Songwriter
Ilya Mirosh
Ilya Mirosh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dalen Buckalew
Dalen Buckalew
Producer
Van VerHoeven
Van VerHoeven
Mixing Engineer
Miro Kiiski
Miro Kiiski
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The sky is a canvas bruised by dusk
It's edges curling into night
We walk beneath it our shadows longer than the years
Somewhere the stars are breaking
Collapsing in the silence no one hears
But here laughter floats from the open window
Carried on the scent of burning leaves
At the edge of the world where the light fades
We'll leave footprints even the wind won't erase
And when we vanish it won't be a collapse
But an opening
Like the way silence follows the last note
Not an ending
But the breath before something begins
Your hand steady and warm
A lighthouse against the tide
Time spills like oil thick and unrelenting
Somewhere the stars are breaking
Collapsing in the silence no one hears
But here laughter floats from open window
Carried on the scent of burning leaves
You tell me stories of mornings we haven't met yet
Maybe hope is just another word for refusal
At the edge of the world where the light fades
We'll leave footprints even the wind won't erase
And when we vanish it won't be a collapse
But an opening
Like the way silence follows the last note
Not an ending
But the breath before something begins
I want to ask if forever feels closer
When the air smells like rain and endings
But you already know the answer
Our echoes will outlast even the tallest towers
I want to ask if forever feels closer
You tell me stories of mornings we haven't met yet
Maybe hope is just another word for refusal
At the edge of the world where the light fades
We'll leave footprints even the wind won't erase
And when we vanish it won't be a collapse
But an opening
Like the way silence follows the last note
Not an ending
But the breath before something begins
Written by: Dalen Buckalew, Ilya Mirosh, James Warner
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