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
Baxter Low - Mystery Lyrics
Baxter Low - Mystery Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Baxter Lowrimore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid