Bright Eyes - Arc of time

you can ^Dmake a plan, carve it ^Ainto stone, like a f^Geather fallin, it is s^Dtill unknown, until the clock speaks up, says its time to go, you can choose the high, or the lower road, might clench your fist, 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 n^Gurse your love like a w^Aounded dove in the c^Dovered cage of n^Gight, every star is crossed by frenetic thoughts that separate and then collide, and they twist like sheets til you fall asleep then they finally unwind, its a black balloon its a dream youll soon deny,

i hear if y^Dou make friends, with J^Gesus Christ, you will ^Aget right up, from that c^Dhalk outline, and you'll get dolled up, and you'll dress in white, all to take your place, in his chorus line,

and then ^Gin you'll come with those ^Amarchin' drums in a s^Daintly comprom^Gise, no more whisky slurs no more blonde haired girls for your whole eternal life, and youll do the dance that was choreographed at the very dawn of time, see i told you son the day would come,

you will ^Ddie you die you die you die

to the d^Geepest part of the h^Auman heart the f^Dear of death e^Gxpands, so we cracked the code we have always know but could never understand, on a circuit board we will soon be born,

^Dagain again and again and again...