Unfold

Hands in line Arms close to my side I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertow 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 story's untold And my arms unfold My hands are high And I'm holding on, I'm holding out And I figure that I Figure that I just might make it And I'm waking empty but seldım sleeping And the words repeat breathing histories Into stories untold but I unfold See now quality is what you see now In the corner of your eye And don't be suprised If you hear the bells ring As they form from the sky They sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba da Yea yea bong, bong, bong, bong, ba da yea, yea And I'm always holding on And I'm already holding out Said I'm holding out your side And I'm holding out this time 'Cause I figure that I, and I figure that I Just might make it and I'm Waking empty but seldom sleeping And the words repeat breathin' histories untold But I unfold