"Edge Of The World Pt. 3" lyrics
Men huddling and shouting in the dark
Crying out for courage, for a spark
Illuminate the glass
Reflect the band of brothers as we are, as we are
Who do we have to eat?
Who do we have to kill?
To get our foot in the doorway of the house at the top of the hill?
High on the fumes of petrichor
Why, it feels like mercury on the western shore
I died, I swear, when the ABC said we're going to war
I really believed we wouldn't fight no more, I
Who do we have to eat?
Who do we have to kill?
To get our foot in the doorway of the house at the top of the hill?
Caught some sleep on Swanston Street, finished the Ferrero Rochers
And their bronze wings shivered in the wind, and ash fluttered down to sleep in your hair
I found love as the paper curled
And hope sinks like a pearl
It's a light plumbing the dark at the edge of the world
Of the world
Crying out for courage, for a spark
Illuminate the glass
Reflect the band of brothers as we are, as we are
Who do we have to eat?
Who do we have to kill?
To get our foot in the doorway of the house at the top of the hill?
High on the fumes of petrichor
Why, it feels like mercury on the western shore
I died, I swear, when the ABC said we're going to war
I really believed we wouldn't fight no more, I
Who do we have to eat?
Who do we have to kill?
To get our foot in the doorway of the house at the top of the hill?
Caught some sleep on Swanston Street, finished the Ferrero Rochers
And their bronze wings shivered in the wind, and ash fluttered down to sleep in your hair
I found love as the paper curled
And hope sinks like a pearl
It's a light plumbing the dark at the edge of the world
Of the world
Writer(s): James William Terry, Jay Wesley Watson, Nicholas Roland Allbrook, Joseph Michael Ryan
