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
Taking empty but seldom speaking
And the words retreat
Yeah, they breathing histories still at ease
In the stories untold and my arms unfold
(Give me some of that)
My hands are high
And I'm holding on, I'm holding on
And I figure that I
Figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat, ah
Breathing histories in the stories untold
Brrra-ha I, I unfold, ooh-ooh
See now quality is what you see now
In the corner of your eyes, say
And don't be surprised if you hear
The bells ring as they fall from the sky
They sound bong, bong, bong, bong
Bah-dah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, brrra-da bong, bong, bong, bong
Fa-da, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrr-oh my my, oh-whoa, oh
And then I, and I'm always holding up
And then I'm holding, I'm holding
I'm already holding up, holding up, ooh
Said I'm holding up, and I'm holding
I'm already holding I missed enough
And I'm holding, holding up, ooh
I'm holding up, and I'm holding
I'm holding, I'm already holding
I missed enough holding out, ooh
See, I'm holding out your side
And I'm holding out this time
'Cause I figure that I
And I figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat, ah
Breathing histories in the stories untold
Brrra-ha I, I unfold, 'chea
Yeah, I like that one
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