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