The Gypsy Meets the Boy

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