Jason Mraz — Unfold

words & music by jason mraz
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
And I’m taking empty
But seldom speaking
And the words retreat yeah they breathing histories into stories untold
And my arms unfold.

My hands are high
And I’m holding out, holding up
Because 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
They form from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong
And I’m holding up 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.