Now my lungs are feeling heavy and I cant breathe
I think my eyes are slowly going blind
Without you I cant see
What is the point of goin on
When every time I turn around
I sing the same old song 
Singing it to, the ocean
I dont expect you to understand
The words Im saying, theyre only bubbles
Breaking on the surface to save you the trouble
Sinking, sinking
Hoping, wishing
Sinking, sinking
Hoping, wishing