Vanishing Twin - Blake Mills

The walls are thin, I hear a pin drop

Somewhere my kin sits on a hilltop

Don’t cry my star, I won’t be far

Free from this jar, wherever you are

Vanishing twin

Vanishing twin

Face in the glass

Hung on the wind

Vanishing twin

Vanishing twin

Until the day

I see you again

Concealed between the flashing screens

There is a beam of love supreme

That’s where I’ll be, come shine with me

That’s where I’ll be, come shine with me

Vanishing twin

Vanishing twin

Face in the glass

Hung on the wind

I’ll never be

Without you again

Vanishing twin

Vanishing twin

Holding your hand

Paper thin

Folded in half

Skin on skin

Soon you will know

Where I’ve been

Vanishing twin

My vanishing twin