dying sequence

This is becoming the end
My love for you is dying
All the things I touch dissolve and your face fades slowly
How many times I’ve told you to come and save this thinning...
One more night isn’t saving it
Two more kisses aren't enough
Three more words aren’t stopping the hemorrhagic in my heart baby love
It’s just too much pretending going on,
for it to work like it is supposed to do.

We’ve deceived the silver lining enough.
We don’t shine in those moments like we used to...
Do you have something else in mind?

Call it by name....
where are all those mighty men that dreamt about you?
Where are all your dreams going now?
trading what you have for what you want,

while I have everything you need as a sacrament expires,
this is becoming the end of this strange dying sequence.