There's a ghost in my bed.
She cries in her sleep
she says I won't let her leave
I lie perfectly still
she stifles her tears
I don't want to disturb her

"Let go, let go, please let me be
Look at the ghost you've made of me"

Dusk dropped her starry gown
I whispered out:
"Sweetie, are you here with me?"
The mirror crashed on the dresser
and she began to scream:
"Bloody murderer! Let me rest in peace!
When I was yours you fled the scene
now you can't wash your hands of me"

Bloody murder...
You can't hear the screams.