You called it our home so I hid a fairy

I also have a fairy at home

On the streaming gutters

I found her on a roof

In the burning hot train of her dress

It was one morning, it smelt like coffee

Everything was covered in frost

She had hidden under a book

And the moon was ending up drunk

I also have a fairy at home

And the train of her dress is burnt

She certainly knows she cannot

And will never be able to fly again

Others tried before her

Before you, another one was here

I found her folded under her wings

And I thought she was cold

I also have a fairy at home

From my shelves she looks down

To the television, thinking

That outside it's war
She reads miscellaneous periodicals

And stays at home

At the window, counting the hours

I also have a fairy at home

And when she takes her breakfast

She makes a noise with her roasted wings

And I know well she's dissolute

But I prefer to kiss her

Or hold her between my fingers

I also have a fairy at home

Who would like to fly but cannot..