Haunted - Suggs

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