the house is haunted
by memories that refuse
to die.



the house is haunted
by the echo of your favourite song
and the place is cluttered
with roses that have lived too long
much too long

the feeling is white
the shadows are black
the ghost in my heart
says you're never coming back
the house is haunted
%by the echo of your last goodbye
goodbye, bye bye.

the feeling is white
the shadows are black
the ghost in my heart
says you're never coming back
the house is haunted
by the echo
of your last goodbye.