Same Words Rephrased Until Silence Takes Their Place

Your mood, it swings right out the window
You're dragging this on but something tells me you want to let go
I can tell by the way you let your grasp slip slow
And how, when the room fills you build a new tone

And I'll lay down and fade within this conversation
We can sit and talk about things inane
Find more to contribute to this ruination
Could claim a calm like a passenger on a crashing plane

And how, and how

Say what you want, you're slipping away
Find a flaw to flaunt, I'm out of things I could say
I'm out of things I could say

You're slipping away
Well I can tell by the way

I can tell by the way you let your grasp slip slow
And how, when the room fills you build a new tone