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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Strangers on a Bench
Strangers on a Bench
Performer
Lisa Hannigan
Lisa Hannigan
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lisa Hannigan
Lisa Hannigan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lisa Hannigan
Lisa Hannigan
Producer

Lyrics

You know me, I disappear,
a puff of smoke into the air,
a lonely tear, gone out to sea,
close your eyes, count to three…
Would you hold on a little longer?
Would you batten down every hatch?
Could you tie down what you can hold onto?
Could you leave that door on the latch?
Every car is a getaway,
every ship needs a stowaway.
Jumping fences, picking locks,
a beating heart is a ticking clock.
Would you hold on a little longer?
Would you batten down every hatch?
Could you tie down what you can hold onto?
Could you leave that door on the latch?
Raise a glass when I trip the wire,
light the match on my funeral pyre.
You know me, I disappear,
a puff of smoke into the air
Written by: Lisa Hannigan
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