I love to disappear (electro-acid house) v.1.1

On the bench at the airport - I am at home. At Heathrow airport - also at home. And other people's houses are lyres, And the benches - they are at home, Wonderful at that. I love to disappear, To end up in other people's houses, To sit with half-familiar people, To look into their idle faces. The benches are sad, Green, snowy, for sleeping. The benches are made of leather - From leather - they are more expensive. The benches are tin - But they will accommodate my body and soul. I love to disappear, To end up in other people's houses, To sit with half-familiar people, To look into their idle faces. Heathrow is beautiful, Heathrow - thank you.