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 mourn 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 to the sounds
To the sounds of the record player
With its jumping needle and the lights that grew dim overtime
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive
Are you where you thought you would be'
So beautiful and only 23
Opposition rests in the hearts
With no opportunity
It's not that we don't talk
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
Like a politician who lost in the course
All smiles but no one remembers our names
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 mourn in the morning.
With downcast eyes
There's more to living than being alive