To dance with the gypsies.
To make out with pixies.
Forever in debt
to the souls of the West.
I bought you with flowers.
I traded two towers
but you regretted growing
Nevertheless.
Been thinking lately,
the skies like to rate me
on how fast I
can close my eyes.
To dream it all away.
The mess, the decay.
Let’s not pretend it’s just a disguise
for their lies.
(Chorus)
And I guess this is our 44.
I’ve got everyone knocking at our door.
The walls may be closing,
the windows shrinking.
We’re still intact
that’s all I’m thinking.
To dance with the gypsies.
To make out with pixies.
Forever in debt
to the souls of the West.
You seem to disapprove of me
lying, dreaming on my bed so lazily but now you’re in it well,
the story’s changed for you and me.
You’re fighting tea-cups and flying balls,
opening doors just to reveal the walls.
And although the idea seems kind of crazy,
that’s my mind baby, hazy.
And so you, choose to fly with me
well don’t get carried away.
We don’t have much time:
44 minutes approximately.
Chorus x2
To dance with the gypsies.
To make out with pixies.
Forever in debt
to the souls of the West.
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