Con los brazos abiertos

Unfold
Hands in line, arms close to my side I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertows And I figure that I might not make it But I'm waking empty and I'm seldom speaking And all my words they retreat building histories and something unknow and the stories untold And my arms unfold My hands are high and I'm holding on, I'm holding up 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 See now quality is what you may see now In the corner of your eyes Don't be surprised If you hear the bells They'll be ringing, just calling out As they form from the sky They sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba da Yea yea They'll be sounding bong, bong, bong,bong ba da yea, yea... Ok, well I'm thinking of my sweet thing, she's being calling for me, she sings at the bong bong bong, she hears at the bong bong bong... I'm holding up, yes I am. Said I've already kissed enough, how should I know when is enough I'm holding up, yes I said I've already missed enough Well this time I'm showing up And I'm holding up just thinking that I'm holding up that I well I figured that Oh and I figure that I just might make it and I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping And the words repeat breathin histories and the stories untold and I unfold
Jason Mraz