Even a vow that breaks,
Is a metaphor nothing's for sure.
Even a tooth that cracks,
Can bite your back.
And even a heart that's pure,
Is an invitation ripe for breaking.
Even the one's who know,
Don't know for sure.
But you better slow down,
Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
And I'm the world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak I hear the sound,
But your lips are still.
Even a bond that breaks,
Is a telling tale a heart can grow stale.
Even an atheist,
Will swear to god.
And all of this talk of love,
You can say forever like whatever.
Even the one's you love,
Don't have to love you back.
But you better slow down,
Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
Of the world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak I hear the sound,
But your lips are still.
Take all my hope for you send it off alone,
Yeah make it take the night bus home,
Making it share a seat, a seat alone.
With the drunks in the bars,
The old woman keeping score,
Of the time she felt defeated.
Will the crowd please remain seated?
I let you go.
You better slow down,
Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
And I'm the world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak there is no sound,
And it's deafening.
But you better slow down,
Can't you see your feet don't touch the ground?
And there's a world below.
You better slow down,
Every time you speak there is no sound,
It's killing me.
And it's killing me,
Cause it's deafening.
There's a world below,
And it's out of reach.
And it's much to far,
When I hear you speak.
It's out of reach.
And it deafens me.
Cause it's deafening.
And it's deafening.
