Ben Folds Five - Air
Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet
Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life
I saw him spinnin’ towards the moonlight
I pull him in, he wasn’t breathin’
His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there
There’s an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet
Found a way to make it silent
I’m comin’ up for air
I’m comin’ up for air
Air
Air
They hold my hand and ask me to pull through
A voice I know says dear, he probably can’t hear you...
Comin’ up for air
Comin’ up for air
Comin’ up for air