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 seldom 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 surprised 
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