Edge Of The Throne - Lydia Ainsworth

I’ll never make it back to shore

Out on this boat, I lost control

I’m steering straight but I’m seeing double

Out on the edge, edge of the throne

At the edge of the throne

Nothing could be sweeter

Held in ashes tight

Running down this fever

To collapse the night

Burning through the hemisphere

At the edge of the throne

Echo in the iris

At the edge of the throne

If I should meet that hemisphere

If I should shed another tear

A thousand suns and moons will shine

Out on the edge, the edge of time

Eyes roll side to side

Here at the edge, the night

Where’d we go from here

Rose Without A Thorn?

I know a place

I’ll meet it on my own

Soft within, love, love

Nothing could be sweeter

Held in ashes tight

Running down this fever

To collapse the night

Burning through the hemisphere

At the edge of the throne

Echo in the iris

At the edge of the throne

Nothing could be sweeter

At the edge of the throne

Running down this fever

At the edge of the throne