Don't try to wake me upEven if the sun really does come out tomorrowDon't believe anything you say anymoreIn the morn, in the morningBricks to this old house are breakingSteel would have weathered but now forlornerIt's alarming how loud the silence screamsNo warn, no warn, no warningAddictions fill the table where the family used to sitAnd conversate, conversate to the soundsTo the sounds of a record player with it's jumping needleAnd the lights that grow dim over timeWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being alive, whoaAre you where you thought you'd be?So beautiful and only twenty-threeOpposition rests in the heartsWith no, with no, with no opportunityIt's not that we don't talkIts just no one really listens and honesty fadesLike a politician, lost in the courseAll smiles and no one remembers our namesWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveDon't try to wake me upEven if the sun really does come out tomorrowDon't believe anything I say anymoreIn the morn, in the morningWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being aliveWith downcast eyesThere's more to living than being alive