Eras Ending Above Us Neon Indian

Yesterday I saw a picture of my relatives on the internet
It looked like everyone was melting
Frozen skin and [?] gravity
Who eventually always wins
Everything's older now
But jigsaw shapes in the pieces of [?]
But it never makes a clear enough picture for it to make any sense
I studied the face of the geometry test
And peeked through the window as things change
If I could find it, I'd happily dance to it to my death
But until then, I stumble awkwardly, stepping on the toes of the sun

And I'm sleep talkin' through this
There's never an answer, answer
And I'm sleep talkin' through this
In a dream, far too long

Really though? I seem to have blocked out the moment, you know
Remember that time I looked at the station?
The trains [?]
Through the tunnel like a shot of adrenaline through the city's bloodstream
Even though you left me three stations and two [?] ago
I see your face still in the glass shimmering with the space-time continuum
Or ghosts in the window oozing minutes
Closer to the [?] will get me
So do you have the time for me? Do you have the time?