Testo di The Vanishing

tremor of light: the sky, a porcelain wall landing at Heathrow a tuesday in the fall you are sleeping next to me i just let go your hand i hope i can go through with this i hope you understand i leave you dreaming in row 12 run quickly down the escalator at customs i am first in line you wake now-its three minutes later i am gone m40, night. London, a blur behind me leave from Heathrow at dawn no one will ever find me you will look for five more days you will trawl the city night then youll make yourself forget me ill fade into the halflight i am gone....