Miles from the surface and right outta rebels of war In a tense submarine where the seams couldn't hold back the shore On a bed made of "what have you done?" Tone deaf with a headache for one Back to the water below Alone as I float like a stone
Sinking to the bottom, lost but not forgotten Down to go again hard Swinging like a punchbag Waiting on you To pull me through Washing off the soft soaps, sleeping on a tightrope Everything I prove got nothing left to use Want the truth? I need you To pull me through
Far outta reach and a thread come-coming undone Prayed as I prayed, disarray's had its day in the sun On a bed made of "what have you done?" Tone deaf with a headache for one Back to the water below Alone as I float like a stone
Sinking to the bottom, lost but not forgotten Down to go again hard Swinging like a punchbag Waiting on you To pull me through Washing off the soft soaps, sleeping on a tightrope Everything I prove got nothing left to use Want the truth? I need you To pull me through
So won't you pull me through? So won't you pull me, won't you pull me through? Through, through Won't you pull me, won't you pull me through?
On a bed made of "what have you done?" Tone deaf with a headache for one Back to the water below Alone as I float like a stone
Compositores: Benjamin Peter Thatcher (PRS), Michael James Kerr (PRS)Editor: Warner/chappell Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Administração: Warner/chappell Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2023 (01/Set)ECAD verificado obra #38849208 e fonograma #45623933 em 25/Mai/2024