When we realise we've only to dive then we're out of here
We're just skirting on the surface
We've only to click our fingers and we disappear
We are just skirting on the surface

Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice
Being drawn to the ledge
When we realise that once we're broken nothing mends
We're just skirting on the surface

When we realise we're only held in suspension
'Til [bad word] along and shakes us
And as the pattern lights cross their figures like a web
Will we die upon the surface?

Dull eyes, trying and pull you through the ice
Being drawn to the ledge
When were realise that once we're broken nothing mends
We're just skirting on the surface.