My Old Flame Lyrics - John Vanderslice

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 everythings 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