The Edge - 99/01

I'm on the brink of burnout
There's no where left to run
It's jump and die
Or jump and fly
And I fancy neither one

For flying could mean dying
Might dying be to fly?
Or could I find some comfort
Way up in the sky?

There's no one left to hold me
No one here to face
If I wait for on to hold me
Will I ever leave this place?

Would it not be better
If someone would come by
To find me here
And shed a tear
And teach me how to fly?