Jonathan: The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she d seen
Gypsy to Jonathan: She said, 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, I m the lost boy can you help me
Jonathan: Then the illusion was real, a crimson idol I saw But the higher he d fly, then the further he d fall
Jonathan to the Gypsy: I m the lost boy can you help me Yeah, I 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