The Surface
Tired
Almost out of ideas
I might be starting think this was an accident
Surface tension how do I fake my death
At the top of the edge lies none of the consequence
From the top of the chain
To the bottom again
When you thought you were done
You scratch the surface
What'd you think you would gain
If you go it alone
When again and again
You scratch the surface
Ineffectual ways to think
Is it over our heads looking for a theory of everything
I can't help notice you hesitate
Is it all you've been fed
Consensual acts of vanity
And I can't help wondering if
This is the only way there is
To get through to you
And all of this happened so fast
You and I are close
But not as far away
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
And it feels this might be the actual death
And it feels this might be the actual death
And it feels this might be the actual death
And it feels eventual
From the top of the chain
To the bottom again
When you thought you were done
You scratch the surface
What'd you think you would gain
If you go it alone
When again and again
You scratch the surface
From the top of the chain
To the bottom again
When you thought you were done
You scratch the surface
What'd you think you would gain
If you go it alone
When again and again
You scratch the surface
Almost out of ideas
I might be starting think this was an accident
Surface tension how do I fake my death
At the top of the edge lies none of the consequence
From the top of the chain
To the bottom again
When you thought you were done
You scratch the surface
What'd you think you would gain
If you go it alone
When again and again
You scratch the surface
Ineffectual ways to think
Is it over our heads looking for a theory of everything
I can't help notice you hesitate
Is it all you've been fed
Consensual acts of vanity
And I can't help wondering if
This is the only way there is
To get through to you
And all of this happened so fast
You and I are close
But not as far away
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question is not the one to answer
And it feels this might be the actual death
And it feels this might be the actual death
And it feels this might be the actual death
And it feels eventual
From the top of the chain
To the bottom again
When you thought you were done
You scratch the surface
What'd you think you would gain
If you go it alone
When again and again
You scratch the surface
From the top of the chain
To the bottom again
When you thought you were done
You scratch the surface
What'd you think you would gain
If you go it alone
When again and again
You scratch the surface
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Writer(s): Meric Barton Long
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