And the words retreat yeah they breathing histories into these stories untold
And my arms unfold.
My hands are high
And I'm holding out, but holding up
And I figure that I, figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty, but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat,a ,breathing histories into stories untold
And I--- unfold.
Say now aQuality is what you see now, in the corner of your eye, so
And a Don't be surprised, if you hear the bells ring
As they fall from the sky
They sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba da, yeah ee yeah a yeah
Ah, bong, bong bong bong, ba da, ee yeah ee yeah yeh
*scat*
And I'm holding up (this time) because I figure that I just make it.
And I'm waking empty, but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat-a breathing histories into stories untold