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   everything changed for the best   how quivering and fierce we were   simmering like birds   with our videos and records      our old house   everything's changed   bleached out and aired, ikea-d and swept bare,   poor ghost, old love,   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