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 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, 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 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 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