The Surface Songtext
von The Dodos

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