Arc Of Time lyrics

You can make a plan

Carve it into stone

Like a feather falling

That is still unknown

Until the clock speaks up

Says it's time to go

You can 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

So you'll nurse your love

like a wounded dove

in the covered cage of night

Every star is crossed

by phrenetic thoughts

They separate and then collide

And they twist like sheets

‘til 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'll 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 hair 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 die, you die, you die…

You would die, you die, you die, you die…

You would die, you die, you die, you die…

You would die, you die, you die

To the deepest part

Of the human heart

The fear of death expands

‘til we crack the code

we've always known

But could never understand

On a circuit board

We'll soon be born

Again, again, again, again…

And again, again, again, again…

And again, again, again, again…

And again, again, again