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.