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