E                             Abm  Abm7
Hands in line, arms close to my side
                C#m                         B
I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertows
                    A
And I figure I might not make it
 E                                 Abm   Abm7
I'm taking empty, but seldom speaking
                       C#m                                          B
And the words retreat, yeah they breathin' histories still at ease
                         A                    E
and the stories untold, and my arms unfold
                    Abm  Abm7
My hands are high
                         C#m7
And I'm holding out, I'm holding on
                        B                A
And I figure that I, figure that I just might make it
        E                                Abm  Abm7
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
                         C#m                                   B
And the words repeat, breathing histories into stories untold
          A    E   Abm Abm7
brrrrr I,  I unfold, oooh
 
                         C#m7                                            Abm7
see now, my quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye, say
      C#m7                                                            Abm7
and don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring, they form from the sky
                 C#m7                                    Abm7
they sound bong, bong, bong, bong bah-dah, eyeah yeah yeah
                 C#m7                                    Abm7
ah, brrra da bong, bong, bong, bong bad-dah , eyeah yeah yeah,
                     B
brrraaa oh my my, oh-whoa oh-whoa
 A                                                    C#m7     Abm7
high ah na ni, and I'm always holding up, and I hold...and I'm holdin' out this time
                              B                       A
because I figure that I, just figure that I just make it.
 
 E                                        Abm  Abm7
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
                          C#m7                                               B      A    E
And the words repeat, breathing histories into stories untold - brrrr I, I unfold