Oh My God

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