From the recording A Peasant's Voice
Lyrics
Looking out, through the window
I tried, my best
To express, how I felt
When you touched, my hand
I wont forget, now that you're gone
I won't forget. The hour's are long
And I tried, my best
I tried, my best
To love you, my best
To love you, my best
And I'm sorry that I couldn't
Pull it off
I'm sorry that I banged a gong
And got you to fall in the first place
I could never hold it together
Until the end of the race
And if I saw you come undone
I'd blame myself
I'd blame myself
Well I saw your silhouette
Dancing in the rain
I said "Honey your my favorite thing
My favorite thing." My shadows
Dance so close to your silhouette
The trouble yet
If I were a ghost, I would
Haunt you the most
You the most
And I can't get enough of your ghost
Of your ghost. I love it the most
I love it the most, I love it the most
I love it the most
I love it the most, I love it the most
I love it the most
