O, saya. O, saya. . They can't touch me, we break off. Run so fast they can't even touch me. Been that gypsy. Touch me, I'll show you gypsy my zig zag quickly.
Put your hands on the wheel. Let the golden age begin. Let the window down. Feel the moonlight on your skin. . The desert wind. Cool your aching head.
Put your hands on the wheel. Let the golden age begin. Let the window down. Feel the moonlight on your skin. . The desert wind. Cool your aching head.
Let me take you down. Deeper than you know. Reality is gone. Yet so much left to show. Let me take you down. Let us look inside. There is still so much to come.