Edge of the World Pt. 3

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