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