Slowly, slowly, slowly...
This is the speed that I can feel you
slipping through my fingers.
The way you act around me now,
is so different thank it was before.
You may let me be near you,
but your body language
is speaking volumes to me.
You sit stiffly,
not looking at me much.
I can see, day by day,
that what we used to be
now is just a fantasy...
Slowly, slowly, slowly
I can feel you just
slipping right through my fingers.
You'll never be mine again.