| (Featuring Randi Laubek) | |
| The good is yet to come | |
| is what I'm hanging from | |
| With frozen fingers | |
| and one parched eye on | |
| the match box jam below | |
| Still there's something ghatsly | |
| on the tiles above me | |
| A persuasion to give in | |
| You can't caress me | |
| You cannot catch me | |
| The catch is 22 | |
| Don't fear the ghost of no one | |
| Down here it's always you and me | |
| Safe grounds you can rely on | |
| Safe hands to guide you when we flee | |
| In the cold intangible | |
| my breath is visible | |
| like silver flakes of snow | |
| I'll gaze at glaciers | |
| Through icy crystals | |
| From this side of the glass | |
| Outside the ghost of no one | |
| wuts for the cracks to let her in | |
| Safe walls you can rely on | |
| I would never let her grace you skin. |