Letra de Geography, vonnegut and me

You´re running out, your heavy heart I hope it slows you down
I´ll be your gravity and pull you to the ground
You´re running out of solid ground I´ll be your tectonic plate
That shifts and brings your head back to this place

Everybody does their time on the fault line
For now let´s keep our feet on the same side

Be the nine and I´ll be the three
On a clock that lies over a map of this country
There´s some things that time can´t 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
It´s 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

I´ll be your gravity
The same tectonic plate; that´s me
Everybody does their time on the fault line