The Vanishing

Hey wake up
Come on hey wake up, here
Wake upTremor of light
The sky, a porcelain wall
Landing at Heathrow
A Tuesday in the fallYou are sleeping next to me
I just let go your hand
I hope I can go through with this
I hope you understandI 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 laterI am gone, I am gone
I am gone, I am goneM40 night, London
A blur behind me
Leave from Heathrow at the dawn
No one will ever find meYou will search for five more days
You will trawl the city night
Then you'll make yourself forget me
I'll fade into the half-lightI am gone, I am gone
I am gone, I am gone
I am gone, I am gone
I am gone, I am gone