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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

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