From A Balance Beam

It goes on forever and ever and ever
And ever and ever
And ever and ever and ever

There's a man holding a megaphone
He must've been the voice of God
The bystanders claimed they saw angels
Flying up and down the block

They must've been attached to wires
I 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

And so 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, sometime's that's all it takes

And 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

(And so it never started, and it will never stop)
(Just like I am and you are)

It was in a foreign hotel bathtub, I baptized myself and changed
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been
And 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 in
Inside that holding cell that is myself

So I wait for the day when I 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"

And I'm staring at the Sun, waiting for it to explode
'Cause a day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come
And we'll finally know the way
Out of here

And I'll throw away this wrinkled map
And my chart of stars and compass cracked
And I'll climb 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