So I'm back to the velvet underground
Back to the floor that I love
To a room with some lace and some paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was
To the gypsy that I was..
It's funny.. I go through highs and lows..sometimes I feel it isn't me that looks through these eyes.. but I always return. It's like my mind is a gypsy.. but it always returns to where I was..