Ben Folds Five:Air

Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet
Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life
I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight

I pull him in, he wasn't breathin'
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

I'm comin' up for air
I'm comin' up for air
I'm comin' 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..."

I'm comin' up for air
Comin' up for air
Comin' up for air