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, I just folded and burned
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 could write and the problems solved
I started bleedin' in the desert
I've been shot
In the back the night before
I'll be lyin' on the railway
I'll be saved
When the city awakes
Oh, my God, I just folded and burned
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 could write and the problems solved
I just don't remember
What I say or do
And I almost forgot
That you were here too
What I say or do
What I say or do
Oh, you were here, too
Writer/s: Mark Daumail / Morgane Imbeaud
