Heartstrings - Belly

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