Coming Up For Air
Lay yourself out like a constellation across the floor.
Arch your back, let your imagination really take hold.
Hold your breath, I feel the inhalation fill up your lungs,
and close your eyes and let the trepidation abandon your bones,
and let yourself go.
And I'm coming, I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop pulling me under.
I'm coming up for air,
well I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop, stop it.
Eight hundred feet deep you locked yourself, oh, under a loch.
Eight hundred feet deep you locked yourself, oh, oh set the weights off and let yourself go.
I'm coming, I'm coming up for air,
I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop pulling me under.
I'm coming up for air,
I'm coming up, stop pulling me under
stop, stop it.
And the night dares us to,
to dive back into the night.
The night dares us to,
dive back into,
night dares us to
dive back into the night,
into the night.
I'm coming, I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop pulling me under.
I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop, stop it.
I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop, stop, stop, stop it.
Arch your back, let your imagination really take hold.
Hold your breath, I feel the inhalation fill up your lungs,
and close your eyes and let the trepidation abandon your bones,
and let yourself go.
And I'm coming, I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop pulling me under.
I'm coming up for air,
well I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop, stop it.
Eight hundred feet deep you locked yourself, oh, under a loch.
Eight hundred feet deep you locked yourself, oh, oh set the weights off and let yourself go.
I'm coming, I'm coming up for air,
I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop pulling me under.
I'm coming up for air,
I'm coming up, stop pulling me under
stop, stop it.
And the night dares us to,
to dive back into the night.
The night dares us to,
dive back into,
night dares us to
dive back into the night,
into the night.
I'm coming, I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop pulling me under.
I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop pulling me under,
stop, stop it.
I'm coming up for air,
oh I'm coming up, stop, stop, stop, stop it.
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Marskell, Jason Bartlett Couse
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