I DON'T PICK UP THE MAIL

I DON'T PICK UP THE PHONE

I DON'T AN SWER THE DOOR

I'D JUST AS SOON BE A LONE

I DON'T KEEP THIS PLACE UP

I JUST KEEP THE LIGHTS DOWN

I DON'T LIVE IN THESE ROOMS

I JUST RA TTLE A ROUND

I'M JUST A GHOST

IN THIS HOUSE

I'M JUST A SHA DOW

U PON THESE WALLS

AS QUI ET LY AS A MOUSE

I HAUNT THESE HALLS

I'M JUST A WHIS PER

OF SMOKE

I'M ALL THAT'S LEFT

OF TWO HEARTS ON FI RE

THAT ONCE BURNED OUT

OF CON TROL

YOU TOOK MY BO DY AND SOUL

I'M JUST A GHOST IN THIS HOUSE

I DON'T CARE IF IT RAINS

I DON'T CARE IF IT'S CLEAR

I DON'T MIND STAY ING IN

THERE'S A NO THER GHOST HERE

HE SITS DOWN IN YOUR CHAIR

AND HE SHINES WITH YOUR LIGHT

AND HE LAYS DOWN HIS HEAD

ON YOUR PI LLOW AT NIGHT

I'M JUST A GHOST

IN THIS HOUSE

I'M JUST A SHA DOW

U PON THESE WALLS

I'M LI VING PROOF

OF THE DA MAGE

HEART BREAK DOES

I'M JUST A WHIS PER

OF SMOKE

I'M ALL THAT'S LEFT

OF TWO HEARTS ON FI RE

THAT ONCE BURNED OUT

OF CON TROL

YOU TOOK MY BO DY AND SOUL

THAT ONCE BURNED OUT

OF CON TROL

YOU TOOK MY BO DY AND SOUL

I'M JUST A GHOST IN THIS HOUSE