Lyrics:

There's a man holding a megaphone he must have been the voice of God The bystanders claimed they saw angels They must have been attached to wires flying up and down the block so I called 911 I seen one laying in the lawn with a broken arm Well that's one less founded opinion So the street filled like a basin One more cause for a dispute 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 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 It was a small mistake and I felt myself slipping Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the time is right Sometime's that's all it takes When the planets will align There will be no planets to align Just the carcass of the sun and those little painted marbles spinning (and so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are) senseless through an endless black sky And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been. And I emerged to find the parallels were fewer It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself and changed I looked in the mirror and I was cleansed 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'Inside that holding cell That is myself as it turns in the lock and the guard will say to me: So I wait for the day when I hear the key Now I'm staring at the sun "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day and finally.... waiting for it to explode You are free! You are free! You are free!" Because 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 will 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 of a graveyard gray and a garden green I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing No, we won't have to wonder again about how this song or story ends, and we won't have to worry no more about how this song and story will end