My Little Haunting

A stormy night steals the candle light

And leaves the front door swinging open wide

He sings, hello

Hello to the rocky rocking chair,

The suit of armour in the corridor

Filled with pains of catastrophe

And antique eyes that seem to follow me (?)

These days you wear these clean white sheets,

Soaked to my soul

Sole tears soak the pillow case

Like its a victim of a rainy day

But tears won't wash away

The knotted clothes and the first mix tape

Or the mortar of a pair of knaves (Wrong, again)

We'll live for ever in the old cement

While it's subject's curse's permanent

Why do you wear these clean white sheets

Soaked to my soul

Wide green eyes

And round eye holes

It's like your my, my little haunting

It's like your my-y-y my little haunting

It's like your my, my little haunting

It's like your my-y-y my little haunting (Ahoooh)

And my skeleton, tumbles down the stairs

Through cobwebs and, over banisters

The spinning hands of a broken clock,

Just like my legs, running on the spot

Before I shoot off

These days you wear these clean white sheets

Soaked to my soul

Wide green eyes

And round eye holes

And in good time,

I'll exorcise

My ghost of you

That haunts my life

But till then your

My, my little haunting