text: When we realise we are only to die then were out of here
  Were just skirting on the surface
  We have only to click our fingers and we disappear
  Were just skirting on the surface
  Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice
  Being drawn to the ledge
  When we realise that once were broke then nothing mends
  Were just skirting on the surface
  When we realise were only held in suspension
  Till someone comes along and shakes us
  And as the pattern lines cross their fingers like a web
  Will we die upon the surface
  Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice
  Being drawn to the ledge
  When we realise that once were broke then nothing mends
  Were just skirting on the surface