Anberlin - Alexithymia

^AmDon't try to wake me up Even ^Gif the sun really does come out tomor^Amrow ^AmDon't believe anything you say Any^Gmore, in the morn, in the morning ^AmBricks to this old house are breaking ^GSteel would have weathered but now forlorning ^AmIt's alarming how loud the silence ^Gscreams ^GNo warn, no warn, no warning ^AmAddictions fill the table where the family used to ^Gsit ^GAnd conversate, Conversate to the s^Amounds ^AmTo the sounds of a record player ^GWith it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over t^Amime

^AmWith d^Cowncast e^Gyes ^GThere's more to living than being al^Amive ^AmWith d^Cowncast e^Gyes ^GThere's more to living than being al^Amive

A^Amre you where you thought you'd be S^Go beautiful and only twenty-three O^Ampposition rests in the hearts With ^Gno, with no, with no opportunity I^Amt's not that we don't talk It^G's just no one really listens and honesty fades L^Amike a politician lost in the course Al^Gl smiles and no one remembers our n^Amames

^AmDon't try to wake me up Even ^Gif the sun really does come out tomor^Amrow ^AmDon't believe anything I say Anym^Gore, in the morn, in the morning