The Surface

Tired, almost out of ideas
I might be starting to 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
And 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
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
It's not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question
It's not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question
It's not the one to answer
Where do we go from here?
The question
It's 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