Lyrics:
(Featuring Randi Laubek)The good is yet to comeis what I'm hanging fromWith frozen fingersand one parched eye onthe match box jam belowStill there's something ghatslyon the tiles above meA persuasion to give inYou can't caress meYou cannot catch meThe catch is 22Don't fear the ghost of no oneDown here it's always you and meSafe grounds you can rely onSafe hands to guide you when we fleeIn the cold intangiblemy breath is visiblelike silver flakes of snowI'll gaze at glaciersThrough icy crystalsFrom this side of the glassOutside the ghost of no onewuts for the cracks to let her inSafe walls you can rely onI would never let her grace you skin.