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