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?