One of the stories I have been told Is about treasures, fame, and gold I had to travel all seven seas Only to find that it was hidden in me Like so many others I worked myself down But I won't be happy with no love around Diamonds are cold even the one's that I keep So instead of gold I chose the option to breathe
Coming up for air Out of nowhere Coming up for air For the love that's out there One of the tales of our century Is that you can make it if you just believe And if you work your fingers to the bone You will find diamonds underneath every stone
Like so many others I worked myself down But I won't be happy with no love around So many people that I cannot please I came to see that all I want is to breathe Out of the deep dark ocean I'm rising Into the light behind the horizon I'm floating Across the sea I'm breathing
