Andrew Lynch - Things That Are Dead Lyrics

At the edge of the edge
There's a rock and some cliffs
There's a sea on its head
And it won't let us swim
We should try this again
We can't let ourselves quit
We have to forget
All the things that are dead

You're only as sweet as the streets are mean
Am I as good as it gets?
You can't ask me

From the night that I left
To the price on my head
I've been wishing for you
In the lamp by my bed
So please don't forget
All the flowers I said
I'm sorry I fed
All the things that are dead

You're only as sweet as the streets are mean
Am I as good as it gets?
You can't ask me

When I see you again
Or maybe just if
There'll be bells in your head
And sun on your lips
I'll take off my disguise
And smile my best
And we can give rest
To the things that are dead

You're only as sweet as the streets are mean
Am I as good as it gets?
Don't ask me