Edge of our seat

Sitting at the edge of the world, holding hands
Watching the nothing roll in, invisible waves
It swallows the rocks and the birds and the sounds
And our feet hang out over the verge
Swinging softly over the disappearing light
Sitting at the edge of the world, holding hands
Watching the borders crumble
Sitting at the end of the world, and it’s okay
We’re holding hands

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