Bright Eyes - Arc Of Time Chords

 
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
Dyou can make a plan, carve it Ainto stone, like a fGeather fallin, it is sDtill unknown, until the clock speaks up, says its time to go, you can choose the high, or the lower road, might clench your fist, 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 nGurse your love like a wAounded dove in the cDovered cage of nGight, every star is crossed by frenetic thoughts that separate and then collide, and they twist like sheets til you fall asleep then they finally unwind, its a black balloon its a dream youll soon deny, i hear if yDou make friends, with JGesus Christ, you will Aget right up, from that cDhalk outline, and you'll get dolled up, and you'll dress in white, all to take your place, in his chorus line, and then Gin you'll come with those Amarchin' drums in a sDaintly compromGise, no more whisky slurs no more blonde haired girls for your whole eternal life, and youll do the dance that was choreographed at the very dawn of time, see i told you son the day would come, you will Ddie you die you die you die to the dGeepest part of the hAuman heart the fDear of death eGxpands, so we cracked the code we have always know but could never understand, on a circuit board we will soon be born, Dagain again and again and again...