Arc Of Time (time Code) Lyrics - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn - Bright Eyes

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 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 

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 

Singing, 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 death 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