Gypsy
10-25-2007
listening to the gypsy music
basking in the falling sun
i remember your taste
my hands steady at the gun
i was half a breath
away from a dream
something soft and sweet
strawberries and cream
i could hear the diesals
as they roar to life
i clung to the moment
i held back the strife
listening to the gypsy music
basking in the falling sun
i remember your taste
my hands steady on the gun
i feel like i've been pounded
by all the hammers of hell
they shattered every illusion
but that's just as well
how sweet is the water
how soft is the kiss
how far is the world
and all the things i miss
i can hear the diesals
as they roar to life
i clung to the moment
i held back the strife
listening to the gypsy music
basking in the falling sun
i remember your taste
my hands steady on the gun
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