She haunts me like a ghost
Lying in the bed
I can smell the pillow
Where she laid her head
She's like specks of dust
Dancing high and low
Thought I saw her looking
Through my window
Thought I saw her looking
Through my window
A pretty ghost
Standing on the hill
Above the church
What hurts the most
Is saying goodbye
So premature
This little house
Is peeling away
She haunts me like a ghost
Lying in the bed
I can smell the pillow
Where she laid her head
She's like specks of dust
Dancing high and low
Thought I saw her looking
Through my window
Thought I saw her looking
Through my window
We reached for love
With a butterfly net
We placed our bet
Climbed up a ladder
But the steps were all wet
The higher we went
That little ladder went falling away
She haunts me like a ghost
Lying in the bed
I can smell the pillow
Where she laid her head
She's like specks of dust
Dancing high and low
Thought I saw her looking
Through my window
Thought I saw her looking
Through my window
Thought I saw her looking
Through my window