Hands in line,
arms close to my side I'm fighting tides
of an ocean's undertoes
And I figured that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty,
but I'm settled down
Speaking,
and the words retreat
Breathing histories into something unknown
The stories untold in my arms unfold
My hands are high,
and I'm holding out, but I'm holding out, but
And I figured that I,
figured that I just might make it And I'm waking empty,
but settled down
Sleeping,
and the words repeat Breathing histories into stories untold
In our eyes unfold
See, now quality is what you see now
In the corner of your eye, so
Don't be surprised if you hear the
bells ring as they fall over the skyline
Just sounding bong, bong,
bong, bong,
bada, yeah, yeah
Just sounding bong,
gong,
gong,
gong,
ra-da-ba,
ra-da-ba,
bada,
oh
Eh,
doe Verso
I heard,
admitted I think I heard,
that I think I got it all figured out now,
that I
I'm not the one to be the *,
I'm driving up the city with some,
driving up the city
City after city after city after city after city after all,
day after day after day, night
after night, hall after hall,
what keeps me going is her calling,
she's calling me
She's clever as a bell can be
Oh she loves me,
loves me,
loves me,
loves me,
loves me
Yeah she loves me,
loves me,
loves me,
yes she does
Oh she loves me,
loves me,
loves me,
loves me,
loves she
I'm unfolding, unraveling
My sweet thing is calling for me.
She sings of the bong bong bong.
She lets out a bong bong bong.
I said my sweet thing has been calling for me.
She sings of the bong bong bong.
She lets out a bong bong bong.
Yes, I'm holding up your sign.
Said I'm already kissed enough.
How should I know where I'm missing out?
Ooh yeah.
And I'm holding up your sign.
I'm already missed enough.
Well, here I'm showing up.
Ooh yeah.
And I'm holding up your sign.
That I'm holding up the light.
Well,
I figure that I,
well I figure that I just might make it.
And I'm
waking empty,
but settled down,
sleeping.
And the words repeat.
I'm breathing histories.
The stories untold and downfall.