Skrting On the Surface

When we realize we have only to dive then we're out of here

We're just skirting on the surface

We have only to click our fingers and we'll disappear

We're just skirting on the surface

Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice

Being drawn to the ledge

When we realize that we are broke and nothing mends

We can drop under the surface

When we realize we are merely held in suspension

'Til someone comes along and shakes us

As the pattern lines cross our fingers like a web

'Do we die upon the surface?

Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice

Being drawn to the ledge

When we realize that we are broke and nothing mends

We can drop under the surface