I keep slipping down No breath, no solid ground You're here right now Still I can't reach you somehow Something's splitting us right through Your light starts turning dim I don't know where you end or I begin We're turning thin, turning thin My hands shake when I think ahead I'm not sure if I'm fading or if you have fled Everything turns to grey Slowly drifting away Two shapes that don't align Fading one line at a time Into grey The air keeps getting colder I feel us slipping over Whatever this was, it's slipping from my hands From your eyes to your plans It was you, once, still I know But the light won't reach where we don't go We don't go Grey, turning to grey Slowly, all the way Grey, turning to grey Nothing left to say Nothing left to say
