Heartstrings

In the mornin' I’ll be gone
No, of course I’ll be here
I’ll wake everybody up
Wind the clocks, oil the gears
Heartstrings come rigged
With hinges and springs
You gotta hold them down
Heartstrings
We’ve done the therapies
And we’ve taken the cures
And all attempts at church
Have left us dizzy from the search
Which leaves us no comfort but each other
Heartstrings come rigged
With horns and wings
You gotta lift them up
Heartstrings
Slice of life, sliced too thin
Where to stop? Where to begin?
Slice of life, sliced to pieces
Where to laugh
Where to weeping
Leave a light, leave it on
I am ready to be gone
And to stay
Always to stay
In the mornin' you’ll be gone
No, of course you’ll be here
I’ll wake you before too long
And you smile up
Heartstrings come rigged
With hinges and springs
Both horns and wings
Heartstrings
You gotta lift them up
You gotta lift them up
You gotta hold 'em down
Heartstrings