STANDING BLINDED ON THE ROOFTOPS

I’m a charity worker
into the art of forgetting
fund me
my life seems to pass by without me
you dragon, unleash me
paving our way into bloom
a parisian flick, relieved,
like a Woody Allen movie
Then I was young, it was always
too late to grow up
standing blinded on the rooftops
taking polaroids of your wary eyes
isn’t it a beautiful place …
Then I was young, it was always too
late … to grow up
led by the Oracle, to bear oil
like nothing else
Gola Profunda,
an Ex will blow you up
caught again in a lasered dream
I’m Jesus with a Billion Dollar bill
at the markets of Marrakesh
I feel numb…

words: boa
music: toett/ vella/ arr. by toett