These are haunted days
bonfire-scented autumn days
Someone`s slipped away
and someone`s thoughts are all in one place
These are haunted days
the year is facing its old age
I met her from work at three to see her home
so she could catch some sleep
Everything`s a little
everything`s a little - thrown
I watched her cry for someone I didn`t know
You can sense it on the wind
the wind that sets the trees to singing
hear them whispering how someone`s gone
someone`s missing
These are haunted days
sad and golden, underplayed
I met her on Oxford Street to see her home
so she could catch some sleep
These are haunted days
bonfire-scented autumn days
You can`t fix everything that breaks
and someone`s thoughts are all in one place