Scotland Yard

My love within you, consumes the lonely
one, my heart resists you, the stranger
in the dark, for the winds of change will
severe lust for death, all because the ghost
beside my bed.
The ghost beside my bed,
the one who's left for dead,
no I won't waste your time,
no I won't waste your time.

She loves to scare you,
she loves to hear you cry,
her hands are dirty,
they used to part the sky,
for I can t resist the
devil of desire,
for my flesh will burn and sink into the fire
The ghost beside my bed,
the one who’s left for dead,
no I won t waste your time,
no I won t waste your time