You were a gypsy- and had to move.
I had a need, a quiet thing to prove
there's an accidental fire burning in the coal mine.
there's a southern gospel choir singing "love in hard times"
she had everything my heart was questing for
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore
you were a gypsy-the world was yours.
never did i gaze at you with thoughts that weren't pure
there's a river running through it
a strange knocking on my door
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.
She was a gypsy-horizon bound
and to this day the greatest beacon I have ever found
there's a deep and tragic longing
there's a salted, barren ground
She was and is and won't be soon restored
She doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
You were a gypsy- and had to move.
I had a need, a quiet thing to prove
there's an accidental fire burning in the coal mine.
there's a southern gospel choir singing "love in hard times"
she had everything my heart was questing for
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore
you were a gypsy-the world was yours.
never did i gaze at you with thoughts that weren't pure
there's a river running through it
a strange knocking on my door
but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.
She was a gypsy-horizon bound
and to this day the greatest beacon I have ever found
there's a deep and tragic longing
there's a salted, barren ground
She was and is and won't be soon restored
She doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.
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