Lynchpin

(Album: More Or Less - 2018)

The lynchpin, that holds all your eyes to your lids
All your outsides to your ins, is wavering
And the truth is you don't know where to begin
All those walls caving in, it's beautiful

Till the morning comes, everything is now
What isn't broke, it'll break somehow
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes
And in the broken hours, everything is now
Waking up somewhere with someone somehow
In the broken hours, in the broken hours

Every morning's a resurrection
Shaking off all the dead
One more go at it

So you're giving in, and the letting go is letting you in
You can feel the blood in your skin, like the first time
And your lungs fill as your legs break
And you hold still 'cause you're okay
It's a steep hill and a long way, down

Till the morning comes, everything is now
What isn't broke, it'll break somehow
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes
And in the broken hours, everything is now
Waking up somewhere with someone somehow
In the broken hours, in the broken hours

Every morning's a resurrection
Shaking off all the dead
One more go at it

Ain't it something, you get broken
All the sudden, you're split wide open

In the broken hours, till the morning comes
In the broken hours, till the morning comes
In the broken hours, in the broken hours

Every morning's a resurrection
Shaking off all the dead
One more go at it