Jonathan:
The tarot is fate, said the gypsy queen
And she beckoned me; to glimpse my future she?d seen
She said
Gypsy to Jonathan:
Do you see what I see? Be careful to choose
Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true
When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
Will it turn up sorrow? If it does then you lose
Jonathan to the Gypsy:
I?m the lost boy can you help me
Yeah, l?m the lost boy can you help me
Gypsy to Jonathan:
Then the illusion was real, a crimson idol I saw
But the higher he?d fly, then the further he?d fall
She said
Gypsy to Jonathan:
Do you see what I see? Be careful to choose
Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true
When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
Will it turn up sorrow? If it does then you lose
Jonathan to the Gypsy:
I?m the lost boy can you help me
Yeah, l?m the lost boy can you help me
Jonathan to the Gypsy:
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be
The crimson idol of a million
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be
The crimson idol of a million eyes
Of a million