We're atop the slippery slope
and it's a long way down
for one of us.
The other can keep climbing,
someone else by their side;
some new goal in their mind;
some new glint in their eye.
So let that other be you.
I didn't know quite how I felt
about you until now - now I know
my only aspiration is to see you
smiling. And if my spirit fades and melts
away in the process, I won't mind.
Because you - my perfect man, my moon,
my sun, my grey skies - would be happy.
I'll slip away silently
without a cry -
you won't even need to give me the final push.