In the building they lived a ghost,

Who was full of life and full of soul,

He makes so much noise just to be conspicuous,

Cause he hates he’s invisible and can’t be heard crying,

Sometimes he rides the lift,

Then the odd time pitches items along a room,

He loathes he can’t get outside,

As life finished their so many years ago,

So all he can do is roam the building,

As he loses his insanity in limbo,

Haunting is all he can do.