The house is haunted - Marc Almond

The house is haunted

By the echo of your last goodbye

The house is haunted

By the memories that refuse to die

I can’t get away from the vision that brings

Intimate glimpses of intimate things

A voice in my heart like a torch singer sings

I wonder who’s kissing you now

The house is haunted

By the echo of your favourite song

The place is cluttered up

With memories that have lived too long

Much too long

The ceilings are white but the shadows are black

The ghost in my heart says

You’ll never come back

The house is haunted

By the echo of your last goodbye

I’ll never forget you

The house is haunted

By the echo of your last goodbye