Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From a Balance Beam, artist - Bright Eyes. Date of issue: 12.08.2002
Song language: English
From a Balance Beam |
| There is a man holding a megaphone |
| He must have been the voice of God |
| The bystanders claimed they saw angels |
| Flying up and down the block |
| They must have been attached to wires |
| I saw one laying in the lawn with a broken arm |
| So I called 911 |
| Well 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 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 is 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 imprisonment |
| 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 out 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 we won’t have to worry no more |
| No we won’t have to wonder again about |
| How this song or story ends |
| About how this song and story will end |