Letras:Ben Folds. Air.

Saw a silhouette
Cross the fluorescent
Floating overhead
Undoing his helmet
Through the murky beams and
Blue-green sea life
I saw him spinning towards the
Moonlight

I pulled him in
He wasn't breathing
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

Coming up for air
Coming 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.?

Coming for air
(We're) coming up for air
I'm coming up for air