Ghost In My Bedsit - Peter & The Test Tube Babies

The sick patch on the carpet, the night we drank too much

The gravy stains on the Belling Stove, it misses the woman’s touch

The hair on the soap, the make-up in the sink

The toothbrush that you left behind, it makes me stop and think

There’s a ghost, in my bedsit, of how it used to be

There’s a ghost n my bedsit, and it keeps on haunting me

The scratches on my records, from where you left them on the floor

The dirty clothes in my washing bag, when you went out of the door

Now I’m sitting all alone, and the silence burns my ears

Memories dance around my head, every second seems like years

The presence in my bedsit, that just won’t go away

Like the stains on my duvet, from the nights you used to stay

Programmes we watched together, I’ve still got the video

And the telephone still rings for you from friends who do not know