I hear a tapping at the window, laying in bed It blackens the trees, burrows in my head It follows me through rivers, I can't wash it off Comes back to my home, clinging to my top It follows like a crow It lays on me like the snow, I will always be in the clutch of my ghost There are darker skies in winter, I feel a thousand eyes Like blood dripping down my back, I'll feel it when I die Its call gets quieter in summer, there's something in the leaves Reminding me there's no light without dark, and puts my mind at ease And that flies away like a crow It lays on me like the snow, I will always be in the clutch of my ghost It lays on me like the snow, I will always be in the clutch of my ghost