Bright Eyes - Arc of Time lyrics
[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 clench 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 pass 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 frenetic thoughts
That separate and then collide
And they twist like sheets
'til 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
Singing, I told you son the day would come
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die
To the deepest part of the human heart
The fear of death expands
'Til 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
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 clench 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 pass 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 frenetic thoughts
That separate and then collide
And they twist like sheets
'til 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
Singing, I told you son the day would come
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die
To the deepest part of the human heart
The fear of death expands
'Til 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