Anberlin – Alexithymia (Ukulele)

Am         
Don't try to wake me up

     G                                    Am  
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Am
Don't believe anything you say

   G
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning

Am
Bricks to this old house are breaking

G
Steel would have weathered but now forlorning

Am                                 G
It's alarming how loud the silence screams

G
No warn, no warn, no warning

Am                                                 G
Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit

G                                  Am
And conversate, Conversate to the sounds

Am
To the sounds of a record player

G                                                           Am
With it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time

Am    C        G
With downcast eyes

G                                   Am
There's more to living than being alive

Am    C        G
With downcast eyes

G                                   Am 
There's more to living than being alive

 Am
Are you where you thought you'd be

 G
So beautiful and only twenty-three

 Am
Opposition rests in the hearts

     G
With no, with no, with no opportunity

 Am
It's not that we don't talk

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

 Am
Like a politician lost in the course

  G                                  Am
All smiles and no one remembers our names

Am    
Don't try to wake me up

     G                                    Am
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Am
Don't believe anything I say

    G
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning