It's Floating Wicker Propelled By Fire

a lead balloon weighing down this basket. 
I'll crash it through you're roof
and not explain my actions after. 

Now I'm waiting for the other foot to drop 
And I'm waiting for this ringing in my head 
To stop
Someone grab the phone and throw it through the wall 
'cause no ones ever picking up

Time and time again
 [bad word] back now
I'm [bad word] out of air.

We're clutching now relentlessly for hands that don't care to hold us, 
Searching every night
 [bad word] 
for something more
for something more
for something more [bad word] now and don't look back [bad word] now and don't look back

Time and time again
 [bad word] back now
I'm [bad word] out of air.

I'll find a way to reach the surface,
and swallow all the air I can, 
If you're taking me down
I'll be damned
if [bad word] unprepared

We're hanging
onto these high hopes
still hanging
onto these high hopes

Lights lap at the waters edge
now and hint at the darkness,
sing to me,
so sing to me,
you're never too far gone 

Just hold tight. I'll pull us out of this.
Just hold tight. I'll pull us out of this.
Just hold tight. I'll pull us out of this.
Just hold tight. I'll pull us out of this.

Just hold tight. I'll pull us out of this.
I'll pull us out of this.
Just hold tight. I'll pull us out of this.
I'll pull us out of this.
Just hold tight...