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