…
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 can choose the high
Or the lower road
You might clench 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
- Arc of Time by Bright Eyes
