Coming up for Air
Lay yourself out like a constellation across the floor
Arch your back let your imagination and really take hold
Hold your breath feel the inhalation and 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
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
Eight-hundred feet deep you allow yourself to undo a lock
Eight-hundred feet deep you allow yourself to, oh, slip 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
(The night, the night, the night)
The night, the night
The night dares us to dive back into (the night)
The night dares us to dive back into (the night)
The night dares us to dive back into the night
Into the night (deeper, deeper)
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
Oh, I'm coming up
Stop pulling me under
Stop, stop it
I'm coming up for air
I'm coming up
Stop, stop, stop, stop it
Writer/s: Jason Bartlett Couse, Wesley Marskell
