Once I had a dream that worried me, Like a drunken guillotine Lingering just above my head.
Why, oh, why oh, why
Why was I born a nine, cursed repeatedly Who would know if I should die No one needed me
Dark and empty was the place to which I´d come. Cold and silent was the house my name was on. Nine rooms and a tomb in every one. So dark and empty was the place to which I´d come.
All at once my bones began to change I was tall and young again, Sweet as rain falling on the snow Who, who, who, who Who is he? Who am I What played in between How can I say good-bye No one let me in
Can´t see no need for nine no more Now it´s too late to open the door