It is so cold down here, I miss the heat. On soulless feet they dance to the song. The words don`t hold meaning but they all sing along. I feel so strange in this deathbed harbor. I once called it home, but I can`t anymore. Who are these ghosts? What they are doing here? Sometimes I still can see dead end signs in your eyes. Sometimes I wonder why don`t we all take up the nine and make our way out. The day is coming, don`t be afraid, and we all will be back to life.