We have always known
At the very dawn of time
It's a dream you'll soon deny
In a saintly compromise
And the faders move
Like a feather falling
No more blonde haired girls
For your whole eternal life
And again, again, again, again
It's a black balloon
And then in you'll come
We will soon be born
From that chalk outline
The fear of death expands
And they twist like sheets
No more whiskey slurs
Until the clock speaks up
Till we crack the code
To the deepest part
With those marching drums
And again, again, again, again
And you'll dress in white
On a circuit board
And they finally unwind
Every star is crossed
Singing, I told you son
And then you'll get dolled up
With Jesus Christ
It is still unknown
Like a wounded dove
I hear if you make friends
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
All the things you've done
Says it's time to go
In the covered cage of night
In his chorus line
So you nurse your love
By frenetic thoughts
Again, again, again, again
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
Or the lower road
As we pass over
But could never understand
And you'll do the dance
All to take your place
You might clinch your fist
That separate and then collide
You will get right up
And the music dies
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
The day would come
Till you fall asleep
On the arc of time
As you curse or praise
You could choose the high
You might fork your tongue
That was choreographed
Of the human heart
