Potential, well, you're a loaded line
The veil between the world and the faceless bride
There's nothing yet but a bunch of white
Oh potential, well, you're a loded line

Tomorrow, well, I will wait for you
Laying right here floating in this swimming pool
There's a lot of things I've got left to do
Oh tomorrow, but I'll wait for you

The days keep slipping down into the cracks
It takes a while to realise where you're at
Slowly (so slowly)
Slowly (so slowly)
Slowly, it's slowly ending

Dementia, you better treat me good
The human race is in its second childhood
I never loved but I understood
Oh dementia, you better treat me good

Sometimes I need a place to go
Classical music plays from the radio
I sit real still, let my shadow grow
Yeah, sometimes I need a place to go

My mind keeps slipping back into the past
I hope someday I can get it back
Slowly (so slowly)
Slowly (so slowly)
Slowly, they're slowly ending
So slowly
Slowly (so slowly)
Slowly, slowly
It's slowly ending

And soon that train is going to pull away
I hear it whistling, I try to wave at a glowing face
They can't tell who I am
Slowly (so slowly)
Slowly (so slowly)
Slowly, it's slowly ending