From a Balance Beam-Bright Eyes

[00:00.00] There is a man holding a megaphone, so he must have been the voice of God. [00:12.48]The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block. [00:17.55]Well, they must have been attached to wires.　 I saw one laying in the lawn with a broken arm, [00:24.87]so I called 911. So that is one less founded opinion. One more cause for a dispute. [00:32.67]So the street filled, like a basin, up with cameras and their crews [00:37.83]and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth. It was a spectacle. [00:44.64]No, I mean a miracle.　So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam. [00:52.74]A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me. I lifted one foot to cross the other [00:59.94]and I felt myself slipping.　 It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes. [01:08.67]Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planes will align. [01:16.38]There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun [01:22.02]and those little painted marbles spinning endless through an endless black sky. [01:29.10](and so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are) [01:37.02]It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself in change. [01:42.78]And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been. [01:47.79]I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed. I looked in the mirror [01:54.66]and someone new was there. Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece [01:59.79]when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in. [02:07.59]But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself. [02:16.59]So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock [02:24.87]and the guard will say to me, " Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day [02:30.81]and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing." [02:38.70]Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Because a day is gonna come, [02:46.20]don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here. [02:54.90]And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked. [02:59.91]And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below. [03:04.62]I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green [03:09.42]and then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever worry again about [03:14.49]how this song or story ends about how this song and story will end.