The ghosts of Campbell Ave. in the room

We had just turned 42

The air so cold it went and choked your happiness; but in the moonlight it's still you

Our wedding picture rests above the flue

We moved to Illinois last June

The ashes ripped through your bones and your fingertips

I loved the way it made you move

All I've ever known is to be your guide, to be your home

All our dreams up in smoke - there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go

Anna passed before the age of eight

It happened on the same day

The pyre rose and there was no coming back from that

The memory stoked some kind of change

All I've ever known is to be your guide, to be your home

All our dreams up in smoke - there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go

Clean the kitchen sink, you burnt the toast

You left the room to read the Morning Post

Your eyes were lost and low it felt so unnatural. But you were always just a ghost

You were always just a ghost

You were always just a ghost

All I've ever known is to be your guide, to be your home

All our dreams up in smoke - there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go

The ghosts of Campbell Ave. in the room

You had never turned 42