I have a ghost I have a spirit in my room It haunts my life with thoughts That should be removed Don't you feel somedays You want to start again By throwing out all of your Faded skeletons Take the lid off Throw it in And burn it I caught my finger In the black zip of your dress Now it lies out beside The backstep with the rest Waste not want not We decide how good this Life should be Fire burnt away dark hours And the white thoughts no one sees Boxes filled with words And promises I keep I've piled them high Into the throw out heap I have no ghost I have no spirit in my room I've burnt them all To let happiness Shine through