In the morning I'll be gone No of course I'll be here I'll wake everybody up Start the clocks, oil the gears Heartstrings come rigged With hinges and springs You've got to 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've got to 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 the light, leave it on I'm ready to be gone And to stay, always to stay In the morning you'll be gone No of course you'll be here I'll wake you before too long And you'll smile up Heartstrings come rigged With hinges and springs Both horns and wings Heartstrings You've got to lift them up You've got to lift them up You've got to hold them down Heartstrings