From A Balance Beam

Bright Eyes

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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

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    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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