On The Edge Of...

soft from your lips
to the rise of your stomach
your lungs filled with fingers
keep jamming words down my throat
nothing to steal
we've got nothing to love
nothing to spill because
oh, we're so innocent
oh...

oh, on the edge of...
oh, on the edge of...

I could have built you
a house on the ocean
the ocean repeating
receding into the sun
so, cut to you dead
and then cut to the laughing
cut through our bodies
and lastly into our...
oh...

oh, on the edge of...
oh, on the edge of...

(Low)

These are the lyrics from a song by Low, off their latest album, The Great Destroyer. I can't describe how much I love this song. I just can't stop listening to it. I mean, the whole album is incredibly good, but this song just kills me. The lyrics move me deeply and the harmony on the chorus is just...plain...perfect... It's strange how the words from some songs feel as though they were plucked straight from your mind while you were dreaming. This is one of those songs for me. I have that feeling a lot with their music though. Every time I hear Silver Rider from this same album I feel the most glorious sadness when they come to the second verse:

the march is over
the great destroyer
she passes through you like a knife

The whole song is, again, entirely divine, but this one part...it's just oh so lovely... Everyone go check out Low. I implore you. Their website is www.chairkickers.com and it has all sorts of cool video material and song samples. Go on now.