4:12 - Switchfoot

You’ve been having trouble staying asleep

You been waking up at 4:12

You roll the voices over in your head

And you try to put them neatly on the shelf

You watch the sun rise

Saw the darkness had no choice before the dawn

With your own eyes

And then you broke out laughing from a yawn

I said

I’m so sorry I’ve been so down

I started doubting things could ever turn around

And I began to believe that all we are is material

It’s nonsensical

Yes it is

So you walk outside and everything’s new

You’re looking at the world with new eyes

As if you’d never seen the sky before this blue

As if you’ve never seen the sky in your whole life

And then the phone rings

As it turns out you are already late

And now you’re wondering

Is peace just a temporary state?

Waiting tables and parking cars

You’ve been selling cell phones at the shopping mall

And you began to believe that all we are is material

It’s nonsensical

I’m so sorry I’ve been so down

I started doubting things could ever turn around

But I still can’t believe that all we are

And that all of our dreams are nothing more than material

Souls aren’t built of stone, and sticks and bones, oh, oh, oh, oh

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone

Souls aren’t built of stone, sticks, and bones and

Souls aren’t built of stone