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