I took my dad to Paris the other day
We strolled down the Champs-Élysées
On a beautiful Sunny day
Mid week, Thursday
Past the ghosts of society
Lost in their world of supremacy
And all around, history
So much history
The ghosts flowed like the sea
The headless bourgeoisie
Wandering like a zombie
No longer part of the aristocracy
Ghosts sitting at café's drinking coffee
I see them and they see me
Yet their trapped in ‘gay Paris'
Ghosts, no head, no eyes to see
Past and present, merged into one destiny
The ghosts on the Champs-Elysees.