It’s percise in it’s sweeping range
It’s so right but it comes off strange
a spirit dancing toward the sky
a lynch pin to the world in my eyes

It’s aggressive as it’s tame
sometimes I feel about the same
a new concern for an old dream
a lynch pin between the silence and screams

It’s crazy how it can make you get sane
you can hold it but not give it a name
make up your will and beat the drum
a lynch pin between the moon and sun