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...      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...