Текст песни Anberlin - Paperthin Hymn

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

These words never seemed so lone
Sensual paper hearts are beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?

(Chorus)
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
When sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thougths run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

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

You never know what simple teas may bring
Laugh and lovely freedom sing
When life is in discord
Praising ye 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
When sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thougths run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends