Skirting On The Surface

When we realize we're only to die then we're out of here

We're just skirting on the surface

We have only to click our fingers and we disappear

We're just skirting on the surface



Doll eyes trying to pull you through the ice

Being drawn to the ledge

When we realize that once we're broken then nothing mends

We're just skirting on the surface



When we realize we're only held in suspension

Until someone comes along and shakes us

And as the pattern lines cross their fingers like a web

Will we die upon the surface?



Doll eyes trying to pull you through the ice

Being drawn to the ledge

When we realize that once we're broken then nothing mends

We're just skirting on the surface