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
but I'm waking empty but seldom speaking
yeah, all my words, they retreat
breath in histories into something unknown
And the story's untold
And my arms, they unfold

My hands are high
And I'm holding on, I'm holding out
And I figure that I
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 and I unfold

Quality is what you be seeing now
In the corner of your eye
Do not be surprised
If you hear the bells ringing over the sky line
They sound and bong, bong, bong, bong, b-ba da, yeah,yeah,yeah
it sound and bong, bong, bong, b-r-ra ra ba ba bong, oh, oh my my, whoo oh, ba ba bra....

The mass we think
has been calling from me
She rings out the bong, bong, bong
She lets out the bong, bong, bong
( x2 )
yeahhhhh
I'm holding on our side
I said I'm already best enough but until i'm showing up, whoo yeah
I'm holding up just thinking
yeah, I'm holding up the line
I will figure it, oh I figure it I
yeah might make it untill I
Waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathin histories into stories untold
and I unfold