Ghosts. Of an ancient song. Seem to hide in many places. Bringing back so many faces. And I. Know that it's been too long. But the spirits in the air. It's like the tunes are everywhere. I wanna go. I can't escape. I'm sure you know. They leave me haunted. I was just 15. In November '82. When I would meet you after school. And there was bonfires on Halloween. Frosty little windows. All the songs we used to listen to each time. Hands in gloves and yours in mine. Going round and round my mind. They leave me haunted. One night in Allentown. When you called me on the phone. And told me you were coming over. Fine 45s you found. Now every time I hear them. Knowing you're not near and won't be soon. It goes much further in our tune. When every record in the room. They leave me haunted. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. She said. Sometimes it makes me wanna die. Sometimes it makes me scream and shout. And when the record's over. Just tell me what it's all about. Sometimes it makes me wanna die. Sometimes it makes me scream and shout. And when the record's over. Just tell me what it's all about. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. Haunted