Low - On The Edge Of Lyrics
Soft from your lips to the rise of your stomachYour long filthy fingers keep jamming words down my throatNothing to steal you've got nothing to loveNothing to spill because oh we're so innocentOh, oh, on the edge of Oh, oh, on the edge ofI could have built you a house on the oceanThe ocean repeating, receeding in to the sunSo cut to you, Daniel, now cut to the live feedCut through our bodies at last bleeding in to oneOh, oh, on the edge of Oh, oh, on the edge of Oh, oh, oh [etc]