(Verse 1)
I’m making the bed like you’re coming home
Smoothing the sheets over shadows and bone.
The dust motes are dancing in a sliver of sun
Unaware that the"always" is finally done.
I’m moving in whispers, I’m walking on glass
Watching the ghost of our chemistry pass.
(Pre-Chorus)
There’s no grand explosion, no fire in the sky
Just the slow, quiet death of a beautiful lie.
I’m losing my edges, I’m blurring the lines
Like a charcoal drawing in the wintertime.
(Chorus)
I’m just softly falling apart
Piece by piece, in the dark of my heart.
Like petals in autumn, like snow on the lake
Giving away everything you didn't take.
No crashing of thunder, no breaking of stone
Just the sound of a spirit becoming alone.
Yeah, I’m softly falling apart.
(Verse 2)
The tea’s getting bitter in the porcelain cup
I’m staring at pictures I can’t hang back up.
My voice is a tremor, a leaf on the wind
Wondering where my"myself" used to begin.
You took the anchor and you cut the rope
Now I’m just drifting on a memory of hope.
(Chorus)
I’m just softly falling apart
Piece by piece, in the dark of my heart.
Like petals in autumn, like snow on the lake
Giving away everything you didn't take.
No crashing of thunder, no breaking of stone
Just the sound of a spirit becoming alone.
Yeah, I’m softly falling apart.
(Bridge)
It’s the quietest riot you’ve ever seen
The space in the middle of where we have been.
I’m unravelling slow, like a thread on a sleeve
Learning the language of those who must leave.
(Outro)
One piece at a time.
A little less"me."
The light’s getting dim.
The air’s getting cold.
I’m losing the grip
Of the hand I can’t hold.
