Firewood - Typhoon

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, 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