Dismantle. Repair. - Anberlin

One last glance in a taxi cab

Images scar my mind

Four weeks have felt like years

Since your full attention was all mine

The night was young and so were we Talked about life, God, death, and your family

Did not want any promises,

Just my undivided honesty, and you said

Oh, things are going to change now for the better

Oh, things are going to change

I am the patron saint of lost causes

A fraction of who I once believed (change)

It"s only a matter of time

Opinions I would try and rewrite

If life had background music playing your song

I have got to be honest, I tried to escape you

But the orchestra plays on, and they sang

Oh, things are going to change now for the better

And oh, things are going to change

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you

Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through

Dismantle me down (repair)

You dismantle me You dismantle me Give me time to prove

Prove I want the rest of yours (prelude)

Call this a prelude to a lifetime of you

It"s not that I hang on every word

I hang myself on what you repeat

It"s not that I keep

hanging on

I"m never letting go Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you

Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through

Dismantle me down (repair)

You dismantle me You dismantle me Save me from myself

Save me from myself

Help me save me from myself

Save me from myself

Oh, things are going to change now for the better

And oh, things are going to change

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you

Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through

Dismantle me down (repair)

You dismantle me You dismantle me