Held my breath for a while Could have sworn I saw a smile He has secrets for me A world of wonder that I need Fingertips to his face Mark the edge with a trace Close the curtain close the door Stop the clock, before Something in the way he turns his head Something in the perfect lines unsaid William and his ghost are calling, calling William and his ghost are calling, calling William and his ghost won't let you go At the back of the hall Where the dusty shadows fall He is waiting for me With all the answers that I need Something in the way he turns his head Something in the perfect lines unsaid William and his ghost are calling, calling William and his ghost are calling, calling William and his ghost won't let you go William and his ghost won't let you go