Miles from the surface and right outta rebels of war
In a tense submarine where the seams couldn't hold back the shore
On a bed made of "what have you done?", tone deaf with a headache for one
Back to the water below, alone as I float like a stone

Sinking to the bottom, lost but not forgotten
Down to go again hard, swinging like a punchbag
Waiting on you
To pull me through
Washing off the soft soaps, sleeping on a tightrope
Everything I prove got nothing left to use, want the truth?
I need you
To pull me through

Far outta reach and a thread come-coming undone
Prayed as I prayed, disarray's had its day in the sun
On a bed made of "what have you done?", tone deaf with a headache for one
Back to the water below, alone as I float like a stone

Sinking to the bottom, lost but not forgotten
Down to go again hard, swinging like a punchbag
Waiting on you
To pull me through
Washing off the soft soaps, sleeping on a tightrope
Everything I prove got nothing left to use, want the truth?
I need you
To pull me through

So won't you pull me through?
So won't you pull me, won't you pull me through?
Through, through
Won't you pull me, won't you pull me through?

On a bed made of "what have you done?", tone deaf with a headache for one
Back to the water below, alone as I float like a stone