(Oliver Doolittle)

I watched you leave that's how I know you're gone

But this heart of mine keeps telling me I'm wrong

I see your face before me every night

In this haunted house when I turn off the light

Sometimes I hear you walk across the floor

And my arms reach out to hold you like before

I live for all the things we used to do

In this haunted house I filled with love for you

This haunted house I'm living in is killing me

And the ghost of your love won't set me free

Each morning finds me crying and alone

In this haunted house we used to call our home

Each morning finds me crying...