The edge of the fucking world

Do you remember when we used to be ghosts
the city was one of those
we were scared of the most

The voyage in, the voyage out we go
the people were some of those
we were bored of the most

Here comes the sun
it's made of solid gold
wrong way driving slowly

I am as good as old
and that's all that I don't know

Across the places
where we used to die
and then had coke and fries
each week once or twice

We take our bikes and leave a white outline
I just hold your hair
and you are holding mine

Alotment garden on the edge of the fucking world
wrong way driving slowly

I am as good as old
and that's all that I don't know

I am as good as dead
and that's all that I don't know



Credits
Writer(s): Dustin Bernhardt, Erik Tenzler, Johanna Bieber, Leoni Weber, Leonie Weber
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