On The Verge Lyrics & Chords By Vigilantes Of Love

On the verge of stealing
The precious thing you're concealing
Give the cup of grief to me
Hey I'll drink it to the dregs
If your senses are reeling you know that
Everything that rises must converge
Simply in a word you will
Lay your burden down and walk away
You're slipping through the cracks and by the way
We all start out as castaways
Thrown down coins on dusty floors
Distraction the order of the day
So you mine a deeper vein
To try and even out the score
What lies behind these suffering songs
And yearning well for something more
We're on the verge
Fresh tar off the railroad ties
Bind us to that lonely route
Keep the home fires burning
If the embers ever going out
I'm on the verge of stealing
That river forded in great haste
Give the cup of grief to me
But thirst is all that we can taste