Lyrics:

(Hugh Prestwood)I don't pick up the mailI don't pick up the phoneI don't answer the doorI'd just as soon be aloneI
don't keep this place upI just keep the lights downI don't live in these roomsI just rattle aroundI'm just a ghost in thi
s houseI'm just a shadow upon these wallsAs quietly as a mouse I haunt these hallsI'm just a whisper of smokeI'm all that's
left of two hearts on fireThat once burned out of controlYou took my body and soulI'm just a ghost in this houseI don't c
are if it rainsI don't care if it's clearI don't mind staying inThere's another ghost hereHe sits down in your chairAnd he
shines with your lightAnd he lays down his headOn your pillow at nightI'm just a ghost in this houseI'm just a shadow upo
n these wallsI'm living proof of the damageHeartbreak doesI'm just a whisper of smokeI'm all that's left of two hearts on f
ireThat once burned out of controlAnd took my body and soulI'm just a ghost in this houseOh, I'm just a ghost in this house