Lynchpin - Dan Mangan

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