I still recall the place. When I first felt your gypsy wind. Playing on my face. That summer's long since gone. But gypsy winds have ways of staying on..
Slow down. Girl, what's the hurry?. Love can wait if you're worried. Then I'll try to ease your mind. You say we're losing time. But I've got to find.
Sometimes, in the night I feel it. Near as my next breath. and yet, untouchable. Silently the past comes stealing. Like the taste of some forbidden sweet.