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 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 could write
And 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 awaits
Oh my God
I 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 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