Disappearing World - Fair

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