Jonathan:
The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen
And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she'd seen

Gypsy to Jonathan:
She said, 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, I'm the lost boy can you help me

Jonathan:
Then the illusion was real, a crimson idol I saw
But the higher he'd fly, then the further he'd fall

Jonathan to the Gypsy:
I'm the lost boy can you help me
Yeah, I'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