There's a ghost in my bed

she cries in her sleep

she says I won't let her leave

I like perfectly still

as she stifles her tears

I don't want to disturb her.



'let go, let go-please let me be

Look at the ghost you've made of me'



Dusk dropped her starry gown

I whispered out

"Sweetie, are you here with me?"

the mirror crashed on the dresser

and she began to scream

"Bloody murder! let me rest in peace!

When I was yours, you fled the scene

now you can't wash your hands of me."

Bloody murder

You can't hear the screams

Oh, oh, oh