Arc of Time (Time Code)

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 could choose the higher
Or the lower road

You might clinch 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 nurse your love like a wounded dove
In the covered cage of night
Every star is crossed by frenetic thoughts
That separate and then collide

And they twist like sheets 'til you fall asleep
And they finally unwind
It's a black balloon, it's a dream you'll soon deny

I hear if you make friends
With Jesus Christ
You'll get right up
From that chalk outline

And 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 haired 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, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, you'd die

To the deepest part of the human heart
The fear of death expands
'Til we crack the code we have always known
But could never understand

On a circuit board we will soon be born
Again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again