Anberlin - Alexithymia

^BmDon't try to wake me up Even ^Aif the sun really does come out tomor^Bmrow ^BmDon't believe anything you say Any^Amore, in the morn, in the morning ^BmBricks to this old house are breaking ^ASteel would have weathered but now forlorning ^BmIt's alarming how loud the silence ^Ascreams ^ANo warn, no warn, no warning ^BmAddictions fill the table where the family used to ^Asit ^AAnd conversate, Conversate to the s^Bmounds ^BmTo the sounds of a record player ^AWith it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over t^Bmime

^BmWith d^Downcast e^Ayes ^AThere's more to living than being al^Bmive ^BmWith d^Downcast e^Ayes ^AThere's more to living than being al^Bmive

A^Bmre you where you thought you'd be S^Ao beautiful and only twenty-three O^Bmpposition rests in the hearts With ^Ano, with no, with no opportunity I^Bmt's not that we don't talk It^A's just no one really listens and honesty fades L^Bmike a politician lost in the course Al^Al smiles and no one remembers our n^Bmames

^BmDon't try to wake me up Even ^Aif the sun really does come out tomor^Bmrow ^BmDon't believe anything I say Anym^Aore, in the morn, in the morning