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 the record player with its 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 but 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 comes 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