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 two by two 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.