Unfold

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 I'm
taking empty
But seldom
speaking
And the words retreat
Yeah, they breath in histories
Still at ease
And the stories untold
And my arms unfold

My hands are high
And I'm holding up,I'm holding up
And I figure that I
I figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but settle down sleepy
And the words repeat... breathing histories
Into stories untold, and
I unfold.

See Now
Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eyes.
And Don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring as
They form frrrom the skylight and they sound bong, bong, bong
they're taking hits frrom the bong ba ba da
oh my my, well i'm always holding up

i'm holding up this side
i said i've already kissed enough well how should i know when is enough
i'm holding up this side
said i've already missed enough well out here i'm showing out
and i'm holding up just thinking
that i'm holding up the line
well i figured that i, i figured that i just might make it and i'm waking empty
settle down sleepy
and the words repeat breathing histories
Into stories untold, and
I unfold.