Besedila: Cat Stevens. Numbers. Novim's Nightmare.

Once I had a dream that worried me
Like a drunken guillotine
Lingering just above my head

Why, why, why, why?
Why was I born and I'm 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 and what laid in between?
How can I say goodbye? No one let me in

Can't see no need for nine no more
Now it's too late to open the door