When we look back at what once was, the things we strived for, the things we loved, the things we felt, the things we ate, the things we pushed away, are these real? drop out, swap the line, let the ocean fall apart, let the last trace back to my spot, let all the pain fade on to mine, my baby, baby, baby, do you feel it? hey, hey, hey, do you feel it? a song of, high above a sound, troubled don't try to trouble soft and i am, at the ocean bottom it's the last trip back to my spot it's the whole thing falling apart my baby, baby, baby, do you feel it? feel it? do you feel it? hey, hey, hey, do you feel it? hey, hey, hey, do you, do you? do you feel it? do you feel it?
