Blank Slate - 42 Lyrics

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