Slow Dance at the End of the World

[Verse 1]
You stir your tea
Hands shake
Just a little
Laugh off the doctor’s words
Like a bad old joke
We slow-walk home
You say
“Hold my future”
I kiss your forehead
Pretend I don’t choke
[Chorus]
I’m losing my mind while I’m loving you
Piece by piece
You’re fading from my view
Every breath you take
It takes me too
I’m losing my mind while I’m loving you
And I don’t know who I’ll be
When I lose the rest of you
[Verse 2]
Pills by the bed
Clock light on your shoulders
You sleep through movies
I memorize your face
Your sweater on mine
Smells like last November
I put it on
Just to feel a trace
[Chorus]
I’m losing my mind while I’m loving you
Piece by piece
You’re fading from my view
Every breath you take
It takes me too
I’m losing my mind while I’m loving you
And I don’t know who I’ll be
When I lose the rest of you
[Bridge]
I talk to the walls now (oh)
They answer like you
They tell me to dance you
Right out of this room
So I spin you in circles
Your feet barely move
I’m dying a little
Just dying with you
[Chorus]
I’m losing my mind while I’m loving you
Piece by piece
You’re fading from my view
Every breath you take
It takes me too
I’m losing my mind while I’m loving you
When you finally have to leave
What’s left of me goes too

Smoky 1950s soul ballad, male vocals; brushed drums, warm upright bass, mellow horns in the distance. Piano and tremolo guitar trade fills under an intimate, close-mic vocal. Verses stay hushed and fragile; chorus swells with call-and-response backing harmonies and a weeping sax. Final chorus pulls the band down to a whisper, ending on a lingering chord., soul