A stormy night steals the candle light   And leaves the front door swinging open wide   He sings, hello   Hello to the rocky rocking chair,   The suit of armour in the corridor   Filled with pains of catastrophe   And antique eyes that seem to follow me (?)      These days you wear these clean white sheets,   Soaked to my soul   Sole tears soak the pillow case   Like its a victim of a rainy day   But tears won't wash away   The knotted clothes and the first mix tape   Or the mortar of a pair of knaves (Wrong, again)   We'll live for ever in the old cement   While it's subject's curse's permanent      Why do you wear these clean white sheets   Soaked to my soul   Wide green eyes   And round eye holes   It's like your my, my little haunting   It's like your my-y-y my little haunting         It's like your my, my little haunting   It's like your my-y-y my little haunting (Ahoooh)   And my skeleton, tumbles down the stairs   Through cobwebs and, over banisters   The spinning hands of a broken clock,   Just like my legs, running on the spot      Before I shoot off      These days you wear these clean white sheets   Soaked to my soul   Wide green eyes   And round eye holes      And in good time,    I'll exorcise   My ghost of you   That haunts my life   But till then your      My, my little haunting