anberlin
reclusion
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 forlorner 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, whoa  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 Its 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