Bright Eyes - Arc Of Time lyrics

You can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the high Or the lower road You might clinch your fist You might fork your tongue As you curse or praise All the things you've done And the faders move And the music dies As we pa** over On the arc of time So you nurse your love Like a wounded dove In the covered cage of night Every star is crossed By phrenetic thoughts That seperate and then collide And they twist like sheets Till you fall asleep And they finally unwind It's a black balloon It's a dream you'll soon deny I hear if you make friends With Jesus Christ You will get right up From that chalk outline And then you'll get dolled up And you'll dress in white All to take your place In his chorus line And then in you'll come With those marching drums In a saintly compromise No more whiskey slurs No more blonde haired girls For your whole eternal life And you'll do the dance That was choreographed At the very dawn of time Saying, I told you son The day would come You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die You would die, you'd die, you'd die To the deepest part Of the human heart The fear of d**h expands Till we crack the code We have always known But could never understand On a circuit board We will soon be born Again, again, again, again And again, again, again, again And again, again, again, again And again, again, again