Alexithymia - Anberlin

Don’t try to wake me up

Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Don’t believe anything you say

Anymore, in the morn, in the morning

Bricks to this old house are breaking

Steel would have weathered but now forlorning

It’s alarming how loud the silence screams

No warn, no warn, no warning

Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit

And conversate

Conversate to the sounds

To the sounds of a record player

With it’s jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

Are you where you thought you’d be

So beautiful and only twenty-three

Opposition rests in the hearts

With no, with no, with no opportunity

It’s not that we don’t talk

It’s just no one really listens and honesty fades

Like a politician lost in the course

All smiles and no one remembers our names

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

Don’t try to wake me up

Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Don’t believe anything I say

Anymore, in the morn, in the morning

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive

With downcast eyes

There’s more to living than being alive