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