A Ghosts Broken Heart

There is a light in the parlour,
Flickering all of the night.
He won’t sleep till the morning light,
Has come in.
‘Cause there are ghosts in his house,
Knocking on all of the walls,
And on the window panes,
Scratching with dirty old fingernails.
He whispers go away, go away.
Hey, hey I’m a weary old man now,
And I’m sorry but I don’t know how to fix,
A ghost’s broken heart.
At night while he waits for the morning to arrive,
He flicks through the pages of an old photo album,
At night he dreams of the places and the people he knows, the regrets that he
can’t change, he will never move on.
He whispers go away, go away.
Hey, hey I’m a weary old man now,
And I’m sorry but I don’t know how to fix,
A ghosts broken heart.