My Night Tomorrows Window Tomorrow My Day Tales Loneliness Remaining on the Soil and Captive of Beach Fish Fish from the Sea
Nobody with my displaced heart There was a moment of companionship No city no city cling to your gate I was tired of my Gypsy Gypsy Umms story Dell to anyone I saw The way I was alas was separate from me
Do not destroy the rock Crying not to make our souls The last of my story like all was not lost in the wind I am a refugee. Lonely
Gypsy tired and wandering my nostalgic cloud full of rain
