Skrting on the Surface

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 Till 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