The conversations have blown in through the window
And they've seemed to reach a crescendo
Still I can't find a "hello, how are you, it's warm today"
Turn the page, flip the record
Build a world from this long stream of letters that keeps out
The endless supply of my self doubt
I turned off every thought til I could have been asleep
Now look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathe
Could I cut a novel figure here, a novel figure here
If I were made into the lead?
That's the last page but start it over.
Though I can't stay in this room much longer.
If my adventures were worth reporting
There'd be less of my own blank yearning
Absorbed in descriptions of a crooked smile.
I turned off every thought til I could have been asleep
Now look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathe
Could I make a novel figure here, a novel figure here
If I were made into the lead?
The minor characters never make a sound
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
When will we write something that no one could put down.
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
The minor characters never make a sound
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
We're sleeping over in the grown up bedrooms now
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town
And in the morning you forgot all last nights doubt
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
You took your band on tour and pushed some sound around.
When will we write something that no one could put down?
Maybe there's nothing to surprise us anyhow
When will we write something that no one could put down.
I turned off every thought til I could have been asleep
Now look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathe
Could I cut a novel figure here, a novel figure here
If I were made into the lead?