آهنگ: Nights Like These. The Faithless. Head Of Medusa.

Replay murdered history in front of me.
They can only see me as a child.
I haven?t been there in years.
Home is so far from me now that these hands hold me under.
I?m disappearing into the walls that surround me.
I can?t give what I don?t have.
So I walk this lonesome road hand in hand.
With my ghost hand in hand