The House Is Haunted

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 mem'ries 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 kissing her now
The house is haunted by the echo of your favorite 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 haunted by the echo of your last goodbye