<< Shadow On A Harvest Moon >>
--- Everything But The Girl
Let me tell you about this torch I carry - it's not much of a career, and it
won't make my fortune I fear. But it stays alight and won't be buried it's
brighter year by year, and someday it will surely disappear. When it does
I'll know I've laid to rest the ghost of your unhappiness that creeps around
from room to room. a widow on a honeymoon, a shadow on a harvest moon.
So put away this torch you carry, for it's doing you no good, and surely you
know by now that you should and come the day you die or marry, will you be
understood when you say that you wanted but never could turn your back and
lay to rest the ghost of your unhappiness, that flits around from room to
room, a widow an a honeymoon. a shadow on a harvest moon.
I write these words to make them true, "I've drowned my torch and so should
you."