E G#mG#m7
Hands in line, Arms close to my side
C#mB
I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertows
A
And I figure I might not make it
EG#mG#m7
I'm taking empty, But seldom speaking
C#mB
And the words retreat yeah they breathin histories still at ease
A {E}~
and the stories untold, And my arms unfold.
G#mG#m7
My hands are high
C#m7
And I'm holding out, i'm holding on
BA
And I figure that I, figure that I just might make it
EG#mG#m7
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
C#mB
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
AEG#mG#m7
brrrrr I, I unfold, oooh
C#m7G#m7
see now, my Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye, say
C#m7G#m7
and Don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring, They form from the sky
C#m7G#m7
they sound bong, bong, bong, bong bah-dah, eyeah yeah yeah
C#m7G#m7
ah, brrra da bong, bong, bong, bong bad-dah , eyeah yeah yeah,
B
brrraaa oh my my, oh-whoa ohwhoa
AC#m7 }...G#m7 }...
high ah na ni, And I'm always holding up, and i hold...and i'm holdin' out this time
BA
because I figure that I, just figure that i just make it.
EG#mG#m7
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
C#m7BAE ~
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold-brrrr I, I unfold
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