The rain falls on my head   Runs down my collar, cold as lead   The time on my hands   Slips through my fingers like sand      What if the bus don't stop   What if the bus don't come   Then we'll walk   Then we'll run      Huge posters of smiling faces   Staring blankly in the heat   That leave me cold   On the sunny side of the street      And holding up the corners   Mad souls of rag and bone   Castles of cold night air   Soft beds of paving stone      Cause I feel haunted   I feel haunted    Truly truly haunted      The wind blows in my ear   Ooh ooh, this time of year      The rain falls on my head   Runs down my collar, cold as lead   The time on my hands   Slips through my fingers like sand      We'll take your car   But if it' too much fuss   We won't wait, we'll take the bus   What if the bus don't stop   What if the bus don't come   Then we'll walk   Then we'll run      Cause I feel haunted   I feel haunted    Truly truly haunted