Firewood 歌词

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