Lyrics:

The rain falls on my head
Runs down my collar, cold as lead
The time on my hands
Slips through my fingers like sand

What if the bus don't stop
What if the bus don't come
Then we'll walk
Then we'll run

Huge posters of smiling faces
Staring blankly in the heat
That leave me cold
On the sunny side of the street

And holding up the corners
Mad souls of rag and bone
Castles of cold night air
Soft beds of paving stone

Cause I feel haunted
I feel haunted
Truly truly haunted

The wind blows in my ear
Ooh ooh, this time of year

The rain falls on my head
Runs down my collar, cold as lead
The time on my hands
Slips through my fingers like sand

We'll take your car
But if it' too much fuss
We won't wait, we'll take the bus
What if the bus don't stop
What if the bus don't come
Then we'll walk
Then we'll run

Cause I feel haunted
I feel haunted
Truly truly haunted