Hot Club De Paris - My Little Haunting lyrics

A stormy night steals the candle light And leaves the front door swinging open wide He sings, hello Hello to the rocky rocking chair, The suit of armour in the corridor Filled with pains of catastrophe And antique eyes that seem to follow me (?) These days you wear these clean white sheets, Soaked to my soul Sole tears soak the pillow case Like its a victim of a rainy day But tears won't wash away The knotted clothes and the first mix tape Or the mortar of a pair of knaves (Wrong, again) We'll live for ever in the old cement While it's subject's curse's permanent Why do you wear these clean white sheets Soaked to my soul Wide green eyes And round eye holes It's like your my, my little haunting It's like your my-y-y my little haunting It's like your my, my little haunting It's like your my-y-y my little haunting (Ahoooh) And my skeleton, tumbles down the stairs Through cobwebs and, over banisters The spinning hands of a broken clock, Just like my legs, running on the spot Before I shoot off These days you wear these clean white sheets Soaked to my soul Wide green eyes And round eye holes And in good time, I'll exorcise My ghost of you That haunts my life But till then your My, my little haunting