The ghost of you walks right through my head
Sleepwalks at the foot of my bed
Sends old shivers over my skin
Love like that won’t let go
It’s got some kind of a mind of its own
I can’t break out and I can’t break in.
I don’t know how many of you agree, but I think this might be Richard Thompson’s best song — all about that kind of intense love affair that leaves its mark, with a percussive guitar punctuating the emotional strip tease:
