I can hear the car. As it rumbles up the driveway. But I'm too scared to look,. So I curl up beneath the window. And I pray they won't find me. And I pray that I'll keep still.
I'm haunted by your eyes. And I'm haunted by your face. And I'm haunted by your smile. And I'm haunted by your taste. By the ghost outside your door. By the lovers gone before.