Edge of the World Pt. 2 Pond

[Intro: radio noise/old sample fragments]
Pornography—
Prosecution for a number of years—
Deeper— *applause*

[Verse 1: Nicholas Allbrook]
On the edge of the world
There's a limestone jail that stands
It's the work of convict hands
And we sleep on sacred bones
While the sea breeze hollow moans
And we sleep under languid fans
And beside our phones
And the very worst human beings I know are police or MPs
So we stare out to sea
And whisper to the sunset
Oh, it's nice to be

[Refrain: Nicholas Allbrook]
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world