Текст песни Arc of Time (Time Code) - Companion Version - Bright Eyes

You can make a plan
Carve it into stone
Like a feather falling
It 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
They finally unwind
It's a black balloon, it's a dream you'll soon deny

I hear if you make friends
With good old Jesus Christ
You can get right up
From that chalk outline

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 would die
You would die, you would 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

And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again