Lyric 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 I might not make it

And I m taking empty

But seldom keeping

And the words retreat breathing histories into stories untold

And I 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.