 A little says a lot
When writing from across the world
Under the cover of the air
Open your letterbox
Each day to catch a glimpse of me
Someone who's trying just to breathe
Don't ask, my love
Where is it that your peace comes from?
I found it in a disappearing world
I found it in a disappearing world
I'm running out of time
To make a sentimental plea
Pass off this trivial affair
That made me motion sick
To be displaced in history
And separated by a stare
Don't ask, my love
Where is it that your peace comes from?
I found it in a disappearing world
I found it in the beauty of a world
Whose intentions were not
As clear as they could be
Whose reflection was not
Made to look like me
And whose intentions were not
As clear as they could be
Whose reflection was not
Made to look like me
I'm running out of time
To make a sentimental plea
Don't ask, my love
Where is it that your peace comes from?
I found it in a disappearing world
I found it in the beauty of a world
I found it in a disappearing world
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