My Old Flame Songtext
von John Vanderslice

My old flame, my wife
Poor ghost old love

My old flame, my wife
One day in june, I drove by our old house in maine
Oh everything is changed for the best
How quivering and fierce we were
Simmering like birds
With our videos and records


Our old house
Oh everything′s changed
Bleached out and aired, ikea-d and swept bare
Poor ghost, old love

I Speak with your old voice
Of flaming insight
That kept us awake at night
In one bed and apart, my old wife
My old flame
Poor ghost,old love

Our old house
Oh, everything's changed
Bleached out and aired
IKEA′d and swept bare
Poor ghost, old love