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