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...