Paroles: Stuart Davis. Self Titled. Surfaces.

Tracing lines of blue
where skin lets light through
Over miles of muscle
through the woven puzzle
Onto ribs that rise and fall
there's an ear against the wall

Chorus:
Surfaces
play with light
catch the eye
lines and curves
everyone is perfect
Surfaces
a world adorned
beauty comes in infinite forms
Perfect surfaces

Out the hollow of your heel
up the ladder in your spine
to the cliffs around your eyes
I dive into the brine

Chorus

Shadow on a human figure
makes a bone look bigger

Chorus

Shadow on a human figure
makes a bone look bigger