The Slow Fade

You've been calling me after midnight, Saying things you never mean by morning. I keep the phone close to my chest, Hoping this time might be different, But the sun comes up, and you forget what Your voice was saying while it was dark. I should know better by now, but I still Pick up when you reach. The slow fade is killing me softly. You disappear a little more each time. I'm holding on to something faded, Watching you slip right through my hands tonight. Ooh, we used to meet when the city slept, Your head resting on my shoulder. Now you only show up in between. Whatever else you got going on, I'm not asking you to stay forever. Just stop leaving me in pieces. I should walk away this time, but I'm still Here when you call. Slow fade is killing me softly. You disappear a little more each time. I'm holding on to something faded, Watching you slip right through my hands tonight. Maybe I'm the fool for waiting. Maybe you're just being honest. Either way, this hurts the same when the Morning takes you from me. Slow fade is killing me softly. You disappear a little more each time. I'm holding on to something faded, Watching you slip right through my hands Tonight. Slip Right through. Slip Right through. Slip right through my Hands. Oh, you're fading out. Ooh. Fading out.