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.