You saw me as your passport to shame We both loved you again and again For a while we were married to the very same bride I saw this as my land of milk and honey While you lived in your stockings and shoes For a while we were married to the very same bride All that's left is the ghost of an ideal wife All that's left is the ghost of an ideal wife Well now we speak a very different language Your veil lies yonder in a field of ash For a time we were married to the same bride All that's left is the ghost of an ideal wife All that's left is the ghost of an ideal wife