Anberlin – Alexithymia (Guitar)

Bm         
Don't try to wake me up

     A                                    Bm  
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Bm
Don't believe anything you say

   A
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning

Bm
Bricks to this old house are breaking

A
Steel would have weathered but now forlorning

Bm                                 A
It's alarming how loud the silence screams

A
No warn, no warn, no warning

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Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit

A                                  Bm
And conversate, Conversate to the sounds

Bm
To the sounds of a record player

A                                                           Bm
With it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time

Bm    D        A
With downcast eyes

A                                   Bm
There's more to living than being alive

Bm    D        A
With downcast eyes

A                                   Bm 
There's more to living than being alive

 Bm
Are you where you thought you'd be

 A
So beautiful and only twenty-three

 Bm
Opposition rests in the hearts

     A
With no, with no, with no opportunity

 Bm
It's not that we don't talk

  A
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades

 Bm
Like a politician lost in the course

  A                                  Bm
All smiles and no one remembers our names

Bm    
Don't try to wake me up

     A                                    Bm
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Bm
Don't believe anything I say

    A
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning