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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
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.

[Chorus]
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.

[Verse 2]
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.

[Chorus]
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.

[Instrumental Break - saxophone]

(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.

[Chorus - Whispered, more fragmented]
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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Through The Velvet Glass

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