Текст песни Paperthin Hymn - Anberlin

When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around, I would tonight

These roads never seem so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating
Leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?

Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

August evenings
Brings solemn warnings to remember
To kiss the ones you love goodnight

You never know what temper days may bring
Laugh and love, live free and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the lord

Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

Friends

Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-haoh-oh

I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
I thought you said forever
Over and over
These thoughts run through my head