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
From the top of the edge lies none of the consequence

What an ineffectual way to think
Is it over our heads
Looking for a theory of everything
And I can't help notice you're always
Asking what do I get
No imagination in it

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

Endlеss cycle of generatе
When it's all you've been fed
Consensual acts of vanity
What an intellectual argument
Cause we haven't been here quite long enough to have these Conversations

I can't help wondering if
This is the only way there is
To get through to you

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

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