The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted by memories that refuse to die
I can't get away
From a vision that brings
Intimate glimpses of intimate things
A voice in my heart
Like a tart singer sings
I wonder who's kissin' her now?
The house is haunted by the echo of your favourite song
The place is cluttered up with roses that have lived too long
Much too long
The ceiling is white but the shadows are black
A ghost in my heart says she'll never come back
The house is hauted by the echo of your last goodbye.
