Mystery

What would you do if I went back to France Where would you go if I found my point of view We have ghosts aplenty, that's how it has to stay Look and catch our neighborhood, on color tv What would the big kids say, if they came to play with us What would they say if they came to stay at our house Cigarettes in my ear, flowers in my nose Gaseous and perfectly down to my toes Would you even cry, if the birds fell from the sky This box is lonely, sitting in a puddle The red light reflects on the soaking street I see my face in the cardboard, did you put it there I wish you owned me, like some medieval whore How would the faeries sleep, if they behaved like us Would they put a pair of shoes on their cloven feet Cigarettes in my ear, flowers in my nose Gaseous and perfectly down to my toes Would you even cry, if the birds fell from the sky