39.Edge Of The World
Lyricist：Mark Chadwick, Jeremy James Cunningham, Simon Friend, Charles
Kenton Heather, Phil Johnstone, Hammer Rev, Jonathan Sevink
At the edge of the world nothing is said
Call a witness, conversation is dead
We pray for the coming but we don't hear a word
We're waiting around the edge of the world
The loneliest place I know is my own street
And your very own words are the hardest to eat
From the shadows of plastic where you shout to be heard
You're just sitting around at the edge of the world
The telephone is lying there on the floor
Somehow the moss just creeps round the door
And everyone's crying from a painful blow
That came down the cable centuries ago
Three men from the east correctly concurred
And left us in shackles at the edge of the world
The edge of the world, yeah, the edge of the world
They left us in pieces at the edge of the world
The edge of the world, oh, the edge of the world
We're all waiting in pieces at the edge of the world
The edge of the world, yeah, the edge of the world
We're all waiting in pieces at the edge of the world
The edge of the world, oh, the edge of the world
We're all waiting in pieces at the edge of the world
The edge of the world, yeah, the edge of the world
We're all waiting in pieces at the edge of the world
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