
Gravity of Every Flaw
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- hip hop
- aussie hip hop
- australian
- phonk
- memphis rap
- hip-hop/rap
- 2010s
- underground hip hop
- conscious
- boom bap
- male vocalist
Lyrics
Verse 1
Ticking, tocking, the clock don't sleep
Watch it steal the colours from the memories we keep
Old man at the station, hands like dried leaves
Counting every second that he never gets to re-see
Time's a thief with a velvet touch
Takes the fire from the young and calls it growing up
Mum's grey streaks told a story I could read
Every strand a chapter of the life she had to lead
Pre-Chorus
Seconds slip like sand between my fingers
Nothin' you can hold, nothin' that lingers
Past is a ghost that follows every step
Future's a promise that you never really get
Chorus
Tick-tock, the truth is cold
Watching every heart grow old
Time don't wait, time don't bend
It takes the start and shows the end
Tick-tock, yeah the truth is raw
Gravity of every flaw
Verse 2
Mate I seen it in the mirror every morning
Lines on the face, a quiet sort of warning
Schoolyard running, now I'm running the other way
Chasing yesterday but yesterday won't stay
Baby's first words turn to teenage doors
Then it's keys on the table, you're on your own shores
Polaroids fade, the ink runs dry
You blink once and twenty summers fly
Pre-Chorus
Moments stack up like receipts in a drawer
You count 'em up and still you want some more
Time's the only debt you can never pay
It takes your dues and then it takes your days
Chorus
Tick-tock, the truth is cold
Watching every heart grow old
Time don't wait, time don't bend
It takes the start and shows the end
Tick-tock, yeah the truth is raw
Gravity of every flaw
Bridge
Cold watch on a warm wrist
Each click a little closer to the mist
Green grass, white pickets, schoolyard cricket
Now it's hospital hallways and you're the one who's picking
The flowers out, the songs you'd sing
Time gives you everything then takes the whole damn thing
It's a blessing, it's a curse, it's a lesson in reverse
Every second that you live is a second in a hearse
Pre-Chorus
Seconds slip like sand between my fingers
Nothin' you can hold, nothin' that lingers
Chorus
Tick-tock, the truth is cold
Watching every heart grow old
Time don't wait, time don't bend
It takes the start and shows the end
Tick-tock, yeah the truth is raw
Gravity of every flaw
Tick-tock, yeah you know the score
Time gives and time takes more
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