The Balfron Tower - Champs

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.