Born under a gypsy moon, you said you wanted to follow the oceanAnd I know it's your devotion that makes you want to roamYou left your love behind, because you knew you had no timeAnd you still cry out from the pain, I guess it's the cost of your freedomAnd honesty, it's a lonely word, but lies they create the distanceWell, for instance, you don't need it, you don't need it, your heartBorn under a gypsy moon, you said you wanted to follow the oceanAnd I know it's your devotion that makes you want to roam*
