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 rainway
I'll be saved when the city awakes
oh my god
just folded and burnt and 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
what I say or do
what I say or do
oh, you were here too