Air - Ben Folds Five

Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent

Floating overhead, undoing his helmet

Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life

I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight

I pull him in, he wasn’t breathin'

His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there

There’s an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet

Found a way to make it silent

I’m comin' up for air

I’m comin' up for air

I’m comin' up for air

Air

Air

They hold my hand and ask me to pull through

A voice I know says

«Dear, he probably can’t hear you.»

Comin' up for air

Comin' up for air

I’m comin' up for air