John Vanderslice - My Old Flame Lyrics
my old flame, my wife,poor ghost old lovemy old flame, my wife,one day in june, I drove by our old house in maineeverything changed for the besthow quivering and fierce we weresimmering like birdswith our videos and recordsour old houseeverything's changedbleached out and aired, ikea-d and swept bare,poor ghost, old love,speak with your old voiceof flaming insightthat kept us awake at nightin one bed and apart, my old wifemy old flame