On The Edge Of

	作曲 : Low
	作词 : Low
	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

	zuò qǔ : Low
	zuò cí : Low
	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