Haunted by the Ghost of You

Like a moth to a flame burned with desire

Like a shooting star that’s falling with no fear

I used to think that i’m strong and free

But touch has a memory

Has a memory

Baby, i’m haunted by the ghost of you

Just like a child that is hiding from the storms under his bed

Like a pilgrim that lost his path on the way back home

I used to think that i’m strong and free

But love has a memory

Has a memory