• Song:

    Arc Of Time

  • Artist:

    Bright Eyes

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Capo on 2
I play D with an open high E string.

A5                      
You can make a plan
E5
Carve it into stone
F#5
Like a feather falling
A5
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

A5
So you nurse your love
E5
Like a wounded dove
F#5
In the covered cage of night
D5
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

A5
I hear if you make friends
With Jesus Christ
E5
You will get right up
F#5
From that chalk outline
A5
And then you'll get dolled up
And you'll dress in white
All to take your place
In his chorus line

A5
And then in you'll come
E5
With those marching drums
F#5
In a saintly compromise
D5
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
A5
You would die, die, die, die
A5
You would die, die, die, die
A5
You would die, die, die, die
A5
You would die, die, 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
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