There's a ghost in my bed
She cries in her sleep
She says I won't let her leave
I lie 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."
You can't hear the screams
Oh, oh, oh