On The Edge of - Low

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, oh, on the edge of
Oh, oh, on the edge of

I could have built you a house on the ocean
The ocean repeating, receeding 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, oh, on the edge of
Oh, oh, on the edge of
Oh, oh, oh [etc]

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