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 twelve
Run quickly down the escalator

At customs I am first in line
You wake now, it's three minutes later
I am gone

I am gone
I am gone
I am gone


M40 night
London, a blur behind me

Leave from Heathrow at the dawn
No one will ever find me
You will look for five more days

You will trawl the city night
Then you'll make yourself forget me
I'll fade into the half-light


I am gone
I am gone

I am gone
I am gone
I am gone

I am gone
I am gone
I am gone