Besedila: Cocoon. Where The Oceans End. 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

(Merci a dorothee pour cettes paroles)