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• Artiste: How I Became Invisible
• Titre: A Vapour Trail Of Sleeping Ghosts
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...and I'm hoping this isn't the last time we see eye-to-eye. The hardest part of conversation is knowing just when it's too late to try to salvage connection, avoid complication, check all the engines, assume the position, and let it go out with the ease that I'm assuming you smile. It's soft and it's sweet, and I'd love if I could keep you around through tomorrow, so I could sing you to sleep. We'll bury our fears deep beneath all the words we reply, and try to outlast all the lovers and losers we've kissed and have hung out to dry. The past is the prelude, tonight is me and you making our way through the minefields we've let loose in whispers and wavering moments we just won't let die. It's soft and it's sweet, and I'd love if I could keep you around through tomorrow, so I could sing you to sleep. I take one last look at the reflection of light in your eyes. It's later and darker than we planned to stay, but it's easy to lose track of time. It slips and it shivers and then it delivers the answer we dreaded but knew would be given. So I swallow hard and choke out a silent goodbye. So kiss me one last time. It's soft and it's sweet, and I'd love if I could keep you around through tomorrow, so I could sing you to sleep.