And Days Turn Into Weeks

I'm slowly dying, everyday.
We're saying less and less,
you're getting further away.
And other people take up our time,
but in the quiet, you're still mine...

...and days turn into weeks.

My world gets greyer, everyday.
As we speak less and less,
we're drifting further away,
yet lovely feelings stay in my head.
It won't be long now until their dead... days turn into weeks.