i went out to the neighborhood i was looking for some firewood i stole into a strangers home and strange, still, became my own
i fell for mantle photographs some distant vacation, some greener grass a wife in white dress, myself in black o little ghosts, ghosts, my future heart attacks
at night i press the window-pane and set my lens across the lane reflected room, o refracted flame that is my home, home, that is where i came from
it's time i travel back to youth to tell the life that's false from the life that is true and if i borrowed love for you i will pay my debts, i will start anew