From A Balance Beam Lyrics - There Is No Beginning To The Story - Bright Eyes

There is a man holding a megaphone 

So 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 saw one laying in the lawn with a broken arm 

So I called 911 

So 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 were all holding on to me 

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

It was a small mistake 

Sometimes that's all it takes 

Now I'm staring at my wrist 

Hoping that the timing is right 

When the planets will align 

There will be no planets to align 

Just the carcass of the sun 

And those little painted marbles 

Spinning senseless through an endless black sky 

(And so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are) 

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 

Still 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 have 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 then we will finally know the way out of here 

And I will 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 then we won't have worry no more 

No, we won't ever worry again 

About how this song or story ends 

About how this song and story will end