On The Edge Of

Soft from your lips to the rise of your stomach



Your long filthy fingers keep jamming words down my throat



Nothing to steal you've got nothing to love



Nothing to spill because oh, we're so innocent



Oh, on the edge of



Oh, oh, on the edge of



I could have built you a house on the ocean



The ocean repeating, receding in to the sun



So cut to you Daniel, now cut to the live feed



Cut through our bodies at last bleeding in to one



Oh, on the edge of



Oh, oh, on the edge of



Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh