Lyrics Standing Blinded On The Rooftops - Phillip Boa & The Voodooclub

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…