Waterloo

In the undertow
Of a muddy river's ebb and flow
Is a hand that will not let go
The current is strong, the river is deep

In the afterglow of the fire
That tore through the room below
Someone calls through the smoke
"All you can do is try to breathe
To breathe, to breathe, to breathe"

When the road is steep
And the ground gives way beneath your feet
It's the last place you want to be
The air here is thin, you must try to breathe
To breathe, to breathe, to breathe

In the undertow of a muddy river's ebb and flow
Is a hand that will not let you go
That belongs to someone like me
Who's holding your head and helping you breathe
To breathe, to breathe, to breathe