Edge Of The World - Remastered Version

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



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Chadwick, Charles Kenton Heather, Jeremy Cunningham, Simon Friend, Jonathan Sevink, Hammer Rev, Philip Merriam Johnstone
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