Special dates, once remembered, now forgotWhen you know they really mean a lotThose hello kisses that feel like goodbyeThese are the things that make me cryThese are the things that make me singYou're slowFalling out of love with meYes, these are the thingsThat make the teardrops startAnd these are the thingsThat tear me apartTender momentsWhen things seem fineThen a whispered nameThat is not mineFootstepsWalking slowly to the doorNo, not rushingNo, not rushingLike they did beforeThese are the things that make me seeYou're slowlyFalling out of love with meYes, these are the thingsThat make the teardrops startAnd these are the thingsThat tear me apartYou're slowFalling out of love with meYes, these are the things
