To The Brink

Do you fancy a drink

I know a place called the Brink

Do you wanna go there

I can buzz off your smile

And there may be people you know there

They've got no rule of thumb

So on the counter I strum

With my fingers

And I adore the surprise

Of tomorrows sunrise

So I linger

And I raise a glass, a smile or two

This stuff strips the light from your bones

And I would like to stay with you

But I leave alone

You're the guy on the bus

Who's not quite one of us

You hear laughter

And they won't let you in

'Cause everyone knows what you're after

So you wear the disguise

Of your brilliant ties

Drenched in flamboyance

And you sit by the bar

Much to everyone elses annoyance

And I raise a glass, a smile or two

This stuff strips the light from your bones

And I would like to leave with you

But I stay alone

And I raise a glass, a smile or two

This stuff strips the light from your bones

And I would like to leave with you

But this stuff strips the light

This stuff strips the light

This stuff strips the light

From your bones

From your bones