Hands in line Arms close to my side I'm fightin' tides Of an ocean's undertows And I figure that I might not make it out I'm takin' empty But seldom speaking And a words retreat Yeah they breathin' histories still at ease Into stories untold And my arms unfold My hands are high And I'm holding on I'm holding on And I figured that I I figured that I just might not make it And I'm wakin' empty But seldom sleeping And the words repeat, breathin' histories into stories untold And I unfold See now quality isn't what you see now In the corner of your eyes And don't be surprised If you here the bells ring as they fall from the sky They sound: bong bong bong bong But ah yeah yeah yeah Ah, rada, bong bong bong bong but ah yeah yeah yeah Roma mine, Oh oh I And in the night I'm always holding up And then I'm holding, I'm holding, I'm already holding up Holding up, hmmmm Say I'm holding up, and I'm holding, I'm already holding, I missed it all, and I'm holding, holding up Hmmm, I'm holding up, and I'm holding, I'm holding I'm already holding, I missed it all, holding up Hmmm, holding up yourself, and I'm holding it up this time Cause I figure that I I figure that I just might not make it And I'm wakin' empty But seldom sleeping And the words repeat Breathin' histories and the stories untold But I, I unfold, yea I like that one