The Tricks

How obvious these hidden things, how easy how little we show
And I'm just skipping to the casket, walking on my hinds every night
She knows

Don't wait up for me anymore

I'm tricking the long hand with my song and dance as fast as I can
Red wine, bedside manor, testing her blood pressure at the ready
She knows

Don't wait up for me anymore
As long as you've known

It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away from us
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away

Just close enough
You're just close enough
You're just close enough
You're just close enough
You're just close еnough
You're just close enough
You'rе just close enough
You're just close enough
For a finishing touch
Touch

It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away
It's slipping away