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.