Now my lungs are feeling heavy and I can't breathe
(I can't breathe)
I think my eyes are slowly going blind
Without you I can't see
What is the point of goin' on?
When every time I turn around
I sing the same old song (it goes)
Singing it to, the ocean (ocean)
I don't expect you to understand
The words I'm saying, they're only bubbles
Breaking on the surface to save you the trouble
Sinking, sinking
Hoping, wishing
Sinking, sinking
Hoping, wishing