I took a knife and a wheelchair ‘Cause I won’t be back home for a while. You said I’d want to be a doctor But I don’t and I need to know why.
Oh my God, Just folded and burnt like a parchment, Oh engraved like a star on the pavement, Oh I believe in the past, I believe in ghosts, In the songs I can write, in the problems solved.
I started bleeding in the desert. I’ve been shot in the back the night before. I’ll be lying on the railway : I’ll be saved when the city awakes.
Oh my God, Just folded and burnt like a parchment, Oh engraved like a star on the pavement, Oh I believe in the past, I believe in ghosts, In the songs I can write, in the problems solved. I just don’t remember what I say or do And I almost forgot that you were here too