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From a Balance Beam - Bright Eyes
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From a Balance Beam Bright Eyes

From a Balance Beam - Bright Eyes
There's 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
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