These are just the three degrees of Failing. First it’s in your voice and how it’s Trailing. I can tell my grip on you is Fading. ‘Cause I can feel your disposition Changing.
So say that this is still where I belong Or tell me I’m wrong. And I’ll put my bags down And close the door. And we’ll get back to our forevermore.
I can’t look at you It hurts too – Too much to… Like a ghost you’re here But I can’t touch you. So just pretend you’re blind and you can’t see me. And we will drift apart and sail on Freely.