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