Hands  in  line
Arms  close  to  my  side
I'm  fighting  tides
Of  an  ocean's  undertows
And  i  figure  that  i  might  not  make  it  out
I'm  taking  empty
But  seldom  speaking
and  a  words  retreat
Yeah  they  breathing  histories  still  at  ease
into  stories  untold
And  my  arms  unfold
My  hands  are  high
And  I'm  holding  on
Holding  on
And  i  figured  that  I
I  figured  that  i  just  might  make  it
And  im  waking  empty
But  seldom  sleeping
And  the  words  repeat,breathing  histories  into  stories  untold
And  I  unfold
See  now  quality  isn't  what  you  see  now
In  the  corner  of  your  eyes
And  dont  be  suprised
If  you  here  the  bells  ring  as  they  fall  from  the  sky
They  sound:bong  bong  bong  bong
But  ah  yeah  yeah  yeah
Bong  bong  bong  bong  but  ah  yeah  yeah  yeah
Oh  oh  i
And  in  the  night  i'm  always  holding  up
Holding  up  holding  up
I'm  holding  up  this  time
I'm  holding  up  this  time
Cause  i  figure  that  i
I  figure  that  i  just  might  make  it
And  I'm  waking  empty
But  seldom  sleeping
And  the  words  repeat
Breathing  histories  and  the  stories  untold
But  I  unfold