Lyrics:

I went out to the neighborhood
I was looking for some firewood
I stole into a stranger's home
And stranger, still, became my own
I fell for mantle photographs
Of some distant vacations, 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, oh 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