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Under the Surface (Marit Larsen) · Underneath the Surface (Syx) · On the Surface (Abraham) · Surface (Surface) · Underneath the Surface (Prime STH) · Scratch the Surface (Sick of It All) · Life Too, Has Surface Noise: The Complete Dandelion Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The First Time: The Best of Surface (Surface) · Beneath the Surface (Benjamin Schaefer) · Beneath the Surface  (Incognito) – and 23 other albums »
When lava pours out near the sea surface Tremendous volcanic explosions sometimes occur In time, sub-marine seamounts Or islands, are formed When
I undressed you with my eyes I have Maybe even raped you In a dark and eerie corner of my mind I tucked you there And touched you in a dream last
Careful what you say This time of year Tends to weaken me And have a little decency And let me cry in peace But there's a place where I Erase
to remember The center is missing They question how the future lies ...in someone's eyes The gentle collapsing Of every surface We travel on the quiet
are best expressed by nature Like the song of a sun We split our roads in a race to power Like we split the atom Is it only love that you favor?
You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to Lobster red, nothing said When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four Multiply by nine,
tucked in a pocket While they place flags out on every surface. What's to touch? What's to see? What's to smell? What's to feel? What's to hear?
to the surface Of the Mariana's Trench I won't send you in a cab when I can take you there myself then steal a look Over your shoulder at The distant lights
to remember The center is missing They question how the future lies In someone's eyes The gentle collapsing Of every surface We travel on the quiet road
in a haste and by mistake got thrown away And oh, I am so homesick But it ain't that bad 'Cause I'm homesick for the home I've never had
Who knows how long I've been lost in the dark.Followed. Closely by the footsteps of my failures. What can I do to alter my perception of the way
don't need you Lies they won't surface Your mind it wanders on over Again Someone take on my mind I'm losin' you in time Maybe that man he's
Priceless is true love in a good woman's heart You don't know how lucky you are Just under the surface lie riches untold More precious than diamonds more
a place they bury you Now we're lit up like a cathedral in our frozen concrete ruin And without her it might as well be the surface of the moon So
A naked eye conspires with fear To form an idea So destructive and insincere Reared in the mind But outside you'll find That nature does not
The night of your children's day Beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up Seal the lips of your voice with haste And cower at the sounds as they
for so long Twisting and turning I'm going for the same direction turning Misguided by imagination turning Underneath surface I rest Twisting
She's got dinner on the table at seven The kids are tucked in bed by nine-fifteen And she's headed for a hotel at eleven To meet a man her family's
Summer with the lights out Finds me in my parent's basement, Watching bedroom movies. Pictures and holidays hang in the hall. Guided by
through all your surface Just to find an empty pool And to suffer all your pride as I lay down by your side And you swallowed up my heart and left me
the ashes where sweeping around me Falling deeper and deeper into dusk Now I realize my soul was tainted (in disgrace) So hard a surface, yet so easily
Non-physical smothering, asphyxiation by oxygen hands Drowning in the endless sky. An ever-downward dive, only to surface The sawage of indecision,
one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices Is waking Fight with little purpose Only meaning to scratch the surface
It's the night of the living dead All the children are tucked in bed With the full moon I have a date In my lycanthropitic state I am afflicted I
Westbound taken, exiled Texan From a former Dutch trade encampment Former slave quarters tucked by the alley Serf population too high to tally