Fireworks

Youre running out, your heavy heart I hope it slows you down
Ill be your gravity and pull you to the ground
Youre running out of solid ground Ill be your tectonic plate
That shifts and brings your head back to this place
Everybody does their time on the fault line
For now lets keep our feet on the same side
Be the nine and Ill be the three
On a clock that lies over a map of this country
Theres some things that time cant change
Leave a piece of yourself, and take something back too
Father Time is a blurred bird in disguise
Who made his way to my shoulder
Its weighing me down, It makes me feel older
I wish it would all just stop
I put my all into destroying his nest
It makes us grow older
Ill be your gravity
The same tectonic plate; thats me
Everybody does their time on the fault line
[ Geography, Vonnegut And Me Lyrics ]