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

These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart start 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
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight

You never know what temporal days may bring
So laugh, 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

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


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Paperthin Hymn Lyrics as written by Deon Rexroat Joseph Milligan

Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing

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    "When I say my work is inspired by poetry I mean it, several lines are inspired by long dead poets from around the world. This song is about my Oma who passed away my Junior Year of college, she was so strong. She never told any of her family that her heart was so thin she could have died at any moment the last 9 years of her life.

    She called my family every Sunday morning, it is a tradition I miss; she passed away an August evening in her kitchen in St. Joseph, Michigan." - Stephen Christian Anberlinlyrics.tumblr.com

    Skoobasteve24on June 16, 2014   Link

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