Haunted Days - Trembling Blue Stars

These are haunted days;

Bonfire-scented autumn days

Someone’s slipped away

And someone’s thoughts are all in one place

These are haunted days;

The year is facing its old age

I met her from work at three to see her home

So she could catch some sleep

Everything’s a little

Everything’s a little — thrown

I watched her cry for someone I didn’t know

You can sense it on the wind

The wind that sets the trees to singing —

Hear them whispering how someone’s gone

Someone’s missing

These are haunted days

Sad and golden, underplayed

I met her on Oxford Street to see her home

So she could catch some sleep

These are haunted days;

Bonfire-scented autumn days

You can’t fix everything that breaks

And someone’s thoughts are all in one place