The Balfron Tower

I lived in dreams for two years now,
I walked a hundred miles and who knows how.
I left you standing cold with your midnight stare,
a breathless gaze to who knows where.
I saw your mirrored dreams in the Balfron night,
collecting all that Canary light.
I stood by you in the dancing snow,
my devil tells me I’ve got to go.
And I’m sorry,
honey I’m sorry,
and I’m sorry,
honey I’m sorry.
I watched your world fall apart in time,
your dancing dreams on a country line.
I saw you through another’s eyes,
then in time, to my surprise,
I was sworn by God, to cut him down,
your brand new man, in your brand new town.
A tattered snow and a tattered gown,
I got my devil to come around.
And I’m sorry,
honey I’m sorry,
and I’m sorry,
honey I’m sorry.