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 Air They hold my hand and ask me to pull through A voice I know says "Dear, he probably can't hear you..." Comin' up for air