when we realise we are 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
dull lies trying to pull you through the ice being drawn to the ledge when we realise that once we're broke then nothing mends we're just skirting on the surface
when we realise we're only held in suspension till someone comes along and shakes us and as the pattern lines cross their fingers like a web will we die upon the surface
dull lies trying to pull you through the ice being drawn to the ledge when we realise that once we're broke then nothing mends we're just skirting on the surface