Thin White Rope
The Lady Vanishes
I swear I had a matchbox
With an irreplaceable name
Or maybe written on my wrist
And it's been washed away
Or maybe on a napkin somewhere
Blurred by a ring
Or maybe on a dollar bill
I'll never see again
I swear I had a matchbox
With an irreplaceable name
Or maybe written on my wrist
And it's been washed away
Or maybe on a napkin somewhere
Blurred by a ring
Or maybe on a dollar bill
I'll never see again