The Fade Out Line - Phoebe Killdeer, The Short Straws

From Las Vegas to right here

Under your dresser

Right by your ear

It's creeping in sweetly

It's definitely here

There's nothing more deadly

Than slow growing fear

Life was full and fruitful

And you could take a real bite

The juice poring well over

Your skin delight

But the shadows it grows

And takes the depth away

Leaving broken down pieces

To this priceless ballet

The shallower it grows

The shallower it grows

The fainter we go

Into the fade out line

The shallower it grows

The shallower it grows

The fainter we go

Into the fade out line

Did we bulid all thoese bridges

To watch them thin down to dust

Or blow them voluntarily

Out of constant trust

The clock is ticking its last couple of tocks

And there won't on party with weathering frocks

The shallower it grows

The shallower it grows

The fainter we go

Into the fade out line

The shallower it grows

The shallower it grows

The fainter we go

Into the fade out line

Heading deeper down

We're sliding without noticing

Our own decline

Heading deeper down

We're heading onto

Sweet nothings left behind

Deeper down...

We're all going down

Down deeper down

We are all plunging straight towards our own decline

Without noticing

We slide

Down

Deeper down

The shadows grows without ever slowing down

We are heading straight

Into the fade out line

The shallower it grows

The shallower it grows

The fainter we go

Into the fade out line

The shallower it grows

The shallower it grows

The fainter we go

Into the fade out line