I hear a tapping at the window, laying in bed
It blackens the trees, burrows in my head
It follows me through rivers, I can't wash it off
Comes back to my home, clinging to my top
It follows like a crow
It lays on me like the snow,
I will always be in the clutch of my ghost
There are darker skies in winter, I feel a thousand eyes
Like blood dripping down my back, I'll feel it when I die
Its call gets quieter in summer, there's something in the leaves
Reminding me there's no light without dark, and puts my mind at ease
And that flies away like a crow
It lays on me like the snow,
I will always be in the clutch of my ghost
It lays on me like the snow,
I will always be in the clutch of my ghost
