Through the Velvet Glass

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The fog rolls in on the sleepy shore,
And I watch the waves from my window door.
The salt on the pane, a silver tear,
For a love that’s lost, so very near.
I light the lamp and I watch it spin,
A quiet fire from deep within.

Ooh, the lonely lighthouse...
It winks and whispers in the dark.
A little light, a fragile spark,
For all the ships that sail tonight.

The gulls cry out in a ghostly sound,
Over the empty, moonlit ground.
I see your face in the watery glass,
A moment stolen, too fast to pass.
Your shadow lingers by the door,
The ghost of all I've waited for.

Ooh, the lonely lighthouse...
It winks and whispers in the dark.
A little light, a fragile spark,
For all the ships that sail tonight.

The world is sleeping, I'm awake,
For goodness' sake, my heart will break.
The fog consumes the world below,
And to my window, you won't go.

Ooh, the lonely lighthouse...
It winks and whispers in the dark.
A little light, a fragile spark,
For all the ships that sail tonight.

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A flicker of light… down a hallway of dust.
A smile too wide… in a frame of rust.
The sound of a scream… wrapped in velvet and lace.
I found your secret… in that hollow space.

I found your secret… beneath the floor
That familiar smile… I can’t ignore
You breathe in slow-motion… I taste the glow
Now nowhere’s safe… and no one knows

And it feels so strange… so terribly true.
I’m falling down… deep into you.
A world of whispers… behind the door…
I don’t wanna know… anymore…

So surrender your warmth… to me, my love
That tender fire… you’re so proud of
Let the darkness pull you under
Let our silence tear the night apart…

And it feels so strange… so terribly true.
I’m falling down… deep into you.
A world of whispers… behind the door…
I don’t wanna know… anymore…

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The night is a liquid, a deep indblue
Poolin' 'round my shoes.
I wait for a signal, a flicker of you
In the static of the news.

And I dream… through the velvet glass.
Where the moments slow… and the memories pass.
A shape in the fog… on the landing above.
It’s not you… it’s just the ghost of love.

The coffee’s gone cold in its china cup.
The pattern’s all wrong here.
I try to stand up… but I feel myself fall… up.
The ceiling’s a silent mirror.

And I dream… through the velvet glass.
Where the moments slow… and the memories pass.
A shape in the fog… on the landing above.
It’s not you… it’s just the ghost of love.

(Bridge)
The telephone wires… hum a dead tune.
It’s always 3 a.m.… in this room.
The curtain it moves… but there’s no wind at all.
I hear my own name… in a silent call.

And I dream… (through the glass)…
Where the moments… (slow)…
A shape in the fog…
It’s not you… it’s not you…

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