Testo Firewood

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