Edge

Nonsense, filled the selections
Precise precisions
No, I am not prone
My love, look at my face
Write yourself a love song
You will never hit it

My brain will break
There is nothing that can stop me
When I am on edge I'll precipice

I won't justify [?]
That regulates in my hands
Slowly moving away

My brain will break
There is nothing that can stop me
When I am on edge I'll precipice
Low exception life
There is nothing that can stop me
When I am on edge I'll precipice

We'll just fall down
Onto the ground
Sure as myself
We'll just fall down
Onto the ground
Sure as myself

We'll just fall down
Onto the ground
Sure as myself
We'll just fall down
Onto the ground
Sure as myself
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)