Standing Blinded on the Rooftops Songtext
von Phillip Boa and the Voodooclub

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