Surface from Surface by Whispering Sons

I’ve heard they seldom surface
if they’re buried deep enough
but you keep fingering under my skin
trying to dig them up

my eyes are opened wide
yet you appear a dream
solitary minds think alike
facing reality

you want that sweet embrace
to slit me out of my shape
to absorb me and unveil
the raw canvas that you crave

so close now
so closed off
all stiffened up

I’ve heard they seldom surface
when they’re flung far into the flood
but you dive right in, unwavering,
dissolve in my blood

and in that sweet embrace
I slide out of my shape
you absorb me and unveil
the raw canvas that you crave

so close now

suck me in
before I sink back into shape

so close now
so closed off
all stiffened up
you never made them surface
because I'm buried deep enough

• Alternative
• Dark wave
• Experimental
• Indie
• Post-Punk
• Shoegaze
• Brussels