On The Edge Of lyrics

Artist  : Low 
Song : On The Edge Of



 Send "On The Edge Of" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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