Ghost Hunt

Look what's eating me, it's stuck all over me, it's a feeling nobody can shake.
You left i behind you see, and now it's haunting me, this constant heart ache.


What honours do I have, to see you work your life like that?
What kind of ghost would you be, if you'd ever stop haunting me?


Keeping the door locked, not answering your phone, is it me or is it all?
Sticking me with the laundry, pointing fingers at me, leaning back against the wall.

What honours do I have, to see you work your life like that?

What kind of ghost would you be, if you'd ever stop haunting me?

What honours do I have, to see you work your life like that?

What kind of ghost would you be, if you'd ever stop haunting me?

Why won't you let me, why won't you let me.. be.

de Montevert - Ghost Hunt