The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
From the brightest constellation
To the darkest revelation
It's the purest of sensations
To be haunted by you
From the seeds of our creation
To the last annihilation
There is one thing which is certain
I'm still haunted by you
When words are crushed
Into powder and dust
I shall rise up born anew
Haunted by you
From the lowest aspiration
To the greatest expectation
Without doubt or hesitation
I'm still haunted by you
In this age of exploitation
With it's empty imitations
It's a sweet intoxication
To be haunted by you
When words are crushed
Into powder and dust
I shall rise up born anew
Haunted by you
When you led me out on the wire
And you sang in my head like a choir
Well you stole my breath
And you scared me to death
But for you I would fling myself
Willingly into the fire
From the brightest constellation
To the darkest revelations
It's the purest of sensations
To be haunted by you