The Smile
When we realise
we have only to dive
then we're out of here
We're just skirting on the surface
We have only to click our
fingers and we'll disappear
We're just skirting on the surface
Dull eyes, trying to pull you
through the ice
Being drawn to the ledge
When we realise that
we are broke and nothing mends
We can drop under the surface
When we realise
we are merely held in suspension
'Til someone comes along
and shakes us
As the pattern lines cross
our fingers like a web
Do we die upon the surface?
Dull eyes, trying to
pull you through the ice
Being drawn to the ledge
When we realise that we are broke
and nothing mends
We can drop under the surface