There's a ghost in my bed

And he's singing me love songs

Simpleton in my head

Has been haunting me all night long

Why can't you let me be?

You lack much discretion

It's only the melodies that start the procession.

There's a ghost in my house.

Echoes of brokenness come from my mouth.

And it's so hard to face them all

We used to speak tenderly With loving expression

All that's left now are broken things.

My dear little party.

Ooh.

There's a shadow of fear

It's been lurking in the corners

Gentle whispers and elegant tears

Tell me I can ignore

I'd like to think this could be a sweet resurrection.

But lingering jealousies give fatal direction

Pass on to the other side or haunt someone else's heart.

Sing me a love song.

Ooh.