Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes - From A Balance Beam lyrics

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There is a man holding a megaphone, he must have been the voice of God

The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block 

Well, they must have been attached to wires

I'd seen one laying in the lawn with a broken arm, so I called 911

Well that's one less founded opinion

One more cause for a dispute

So the street filled, like a basin, up with cameras and their crews 

And they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth

It was a spectacle

No, I, I mean a miracle



So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam

A gymnasium of eyes all were holding on to me

I lifted one foot to cross the other and I felt myself slipping

It was a small mistake

Sometimes that is all it takes



Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the time is right

When the planets will align

There will be no planets to align

Just the carcass of the sun 

And little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky



It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself in change

And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been

I emerged to find the parallels were fewer

I was cleansed

I looked in the mirror 

And someone new was there

But, I was as helpless as a chess piece when I was lifted up by someone's hand 

And delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in

But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself 



So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock 

And the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you waited for this day and finally, you are free! You are free! You are freezing." 

Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode

Because a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come 

And we'll finally know the way out of here

And I'll throw away this wrinkled map 

And my chart of stars and compass, cracked

And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green 

And we won't have to worry no more

No we won't have to wonder again 

About how this song or story ends 

About how this song and story will end
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Language: English

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