Jason Mraz
Unfold dainos žodžiai
Hands in line
Arms close to my side
I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertows
And I figure I might not make it out
I'm taking empty
But seldom speaking
And the words retreat and breathing histories still at ease untold
And my arms unfold. My hands are high
And I'm holding on, I'm holding on
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
And I unfold. Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye.
Don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring
as they fall from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba, bong
bong, bong, bong, bong, ba, bong
*scat*
And I'm holding up this time because I figure that I just make it. And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
Arms close to my side
I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertows
And I figure I might not make it out
I'm taking empty
But seldom speaking
And the words retreat and breathing histories still at ease untold
And my arms unfold. My hands are high
And I'm holding on, I'm holding on
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
And I unfold. Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye.
Don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring
as they fall from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba, bong
bong, bong, bong, bong, ba, bong
*scat*
And I'm holding up this time because I figure that I just make it. And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
