When we realise we've only to die 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 that once we're broken nothing mends   We're just skirting on the surface      When we realise we're only held in suspension   'Til someone comes 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.