Skrting on the surface
when we realise we have only to dive
and we're out of here
we're just skirting on the surface
we've only to click our fingers and we'll disappear
we're just skirting on the surface
dull eyes tyring to pull you through the ice
being drawn to the ledge
when we realise that we're broke and nothing mends
we can drop under the surface
when we realise we're merely held in suspension
until someone comes along and shakes us
as the pattern lines cross your fingers like a web
do we die upon the surface?
dull eyes tyring to pull you through the ice
being drawn to the ledge
when we realise that we're broke and nothing mends
we can drop under the surface