- Votes:
- Composer:
- Conor Oberst
 
- Genres:
- Indie
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- alternative
- bright eyes
- singer songwriter
 
- See also:
Bright Eyes - From a Balance Beam lyrics
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'd seen 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, I mean a miracle
 So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam
 A gymnasium of eyes all were 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 time is right
 When the planets will align, there will be no planets to align
 Just the carcass of the sun
 And little painted marbles spinning senseless
 Through an endless black sky
 It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub, I baptized myself in changeBright Eyes - From a Balance Beam - http://motolyrics.com/bright-eyes/from-a-balance-beam-lyrics.html
 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
 But, 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 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
 This day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come
 And 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 then we won't have to worry no more
 No, we won't have to until again
 About how this song or story ends
 About how this song and story will end













