Hands in line
Arms close to my sides
I'm fighting tides
Of an ocean's undertows
And i figure that i might not make it
I'm taking empty
But seldom speaking
and a words retreat
Well 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 i yeah yeah yeah
Bong bong bong bong but i 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 igure that i
I figre 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