Stars - The Vanishing Lyrics
Tremor Of LightThe Sky, A Porcelain WallLanding At Heathrow, A Tuesday In The FallYou Are Sleeping Next To MeI Just Let Go Your HandI Hope I Can Go Through With ThisI Hope You UnderstandI Leave You Dreaming In Row TwelveRun Quickly Down The EscalatorAt Customs I Am First In LineYou Wake Now, It's Three Minutes LaterI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am GoneM40 NightLondon, A Blur Behind MeLeave From Heathrow At The DawnNo One Will Ever Find MeYou Will Look For Five More DaysYou Will Trawl The City NightThen You'll Make Yourself Forget MeI'll Fade Into The Half-lightI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am GoneI Am Gone