She sings the songs that no one thinks about
She chases ghosts without a single doubt
And in her heart she knows the dream is near
The ending will soon be here
She believes that a day will come
When the phantom can no longer run
And through her eyes of the nine she sees
Her heart will leave and set her free

I sang her my life that morning; I stopped at thirteen
She asked me who wrote this story, I guess it was me
From her lips I drew my glory, the love that I took with me
The nine-ball will send its warning until the day she dreams

On the hilltop she waited for dawn
Until the traces of starlight were gone
And in the silence the sky would part
It’s leading through the very start
In my dreams I have seen her face
Seen the eyes of the one I have chased
But now she is here in my arms
And she will never come to harm, no she won’t, no

I sang her my life that morning; I stopped at thirteen
She asked me who wrote this story, I guess it was me
From her lips I drew my glory, the love that I took with me
The nine-ball will send its warning until the day she dreams

And at the end of our winding road
When hope dies out and the night is cold
It’s no surprise I’ve found you here
The wind still carries your bitter tears
I know you want to live again
Even though you’re a slave to my dark intent
And when you run I’ll find you, dear
The way to the end is finally clear

One, Two, Three, Go