Geography isn't with me We draw a line across the sand Real love, we can't blow away Like dust on a windy day Real love, when it holds me I transform Geography isn't with me I'm baked, the wind blows I know it's dry above Painted me while I sleep Real love, we can't blow away Like dust on a windy day Real love, when it holds me I transform You're runnin' You're runnin' You're runnin' You're runnin' Transform Transform Transform Transform Transform Transform Transform