Our relationship is slipping, slipping on the icenI'm in need of some wise words, words of advicenAll I ever do is anything but talk to you, but I need to nownnWithout electricity, we'd watch tv by candlelightnAnd you never talk to me, and I just don't think that is rightnnWe could go play mini golf or go for walks in the parknWe could go and see movie, we'd kiss in the darknThis will never last, the physical it comes too fast, and the rest too slownnFeeling unfulfilled is what I'm getting used to feelingnAnd even if the power goes out, we'd leave the tv blaringnCan't hold a conversation, diary pages are left emptynIs it the physical attraction that left me like this diary