Vigilantes Of Love - On The Verge lyrics

On the verge of stealing The precious thing you're concealing Give the cup of grief to me Hey I'll drink it to the dregs If your senses are reeling you know that Everything that rises must converge Simply in a word you will Lay your burden down and walk away You're slipping through the cracks and by the way We all start out as castaways Thrown down coins on dusty floors Distraction the order of the day So you mine a deeper vein To try and even out the score What lies behind these suffering songs And yearning well for something more We're on the verge Fresh tar off the railroad ties Bind us to that lonely route Keep the home fires burning If the embers ever going out I'm on the verge of stealing That river forded in great haste Give the cup of grief to me But thirst is all that we can taste