Geography, Vonnegut and Me - Fireworks

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 that 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, then 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, oh

That same 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

Everybody does their time

If you’ll be the nine, then 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

So leave a piece of yourself, and take something back too, back too

There’s some things that just can’t change

Father Time is a blurred bird in disguise

Who made his way to my shoulder

It’s weighing me down, it makes me grow older

I wish it would all just stop

I put my all into destroying his nest

It’s weighing me down, it makes us grow older

There’s some things that time can’t change

If you’ll 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

So leave a piece of yourself, and take something back too, back too

I’ll be your gravity

The same tectonic plate, that’s me

Everybody does their time on the fault line