The space under my bed I want to crawl beneath it The room in my head Well I no longer need it Don't Don't you want to move? Don't Don't you feel consumed? And it's in your blood And it comes back to...
There's gypsy blood running through this heart of mine Burned my home, burned my bridges, left my friends behind For you – I said I'd do it for you But I'm always hungry for a look, yeah I long to...