The Tricks

How obvious these hidden things, how easy how little we show
And I'm just skipping to the casket (how long?)
Walking on my hinds every night, she knows (how long?)

Don't wait up for me anymore

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

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 enough
You're just close enough
You're 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



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Anthony York, Kyle Robert Durfey, David Michael Haik, James Zachary Sewell, Charles Martin Mcdonald
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