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