I write to you now so you’ll know my fate,nWe’ve had no news for seven days.nThese disappearances we madenTake hold.nnOur photographs begin to cloud,nThe colour running from my mouth,nThe light I reflect filters throughnAnd burns out.nnMy breath frosting in the cold,nThe radios all turned to snownAnd my words thicken in my throatnAnd hang mute.nnAll the lights trip out, all the echoes slow,nI hold my breath, I turn to stone,nTo stay invisible for longnTakes thought.nnIt’s a sleight of hand, it’s a trick of lightnTo fool yourself, to close your eyesnTo all the drifting for tonightnYou’ll be gone.nnWe’re becoming islands one by one, we’ve got distances to cross.nWe’ve been losing ground for all this time and we never said a word.nWe’re becoming islands one by one, we’ve got oceans now between us.nWe’ve been losing ground for all this time and we never said a word.