6.The Vanishing
Hey, wake up
C'mon, wake up
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 of your hand
I hope I can go through with this
I hope you'll understand
I leave you dreaming in row twelve
Run quickly down the escalator
At customs I am first in line
You wake up, it's three minutes later
I am gone, I am gone
I am gone, I am gone
M40 nights, London a blur behind me
Leave from Heathrow after dawn, no one will ever find me
You wait for five more days
You will troll the city night
Then you make yourself forget me
I fade into the half light
I am gone, I am gone
I am gone, I am gone
I am gone (wake up), I am gone (just a bad dream, wake up)
(wake up, it's just a bad dream)
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