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...

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