Cherry Picker - Gypsy

There’s no time left for us, the bell has rung.

I spend my last thoughts

Thinking of how to turn my water into wine.

Destroy your make up of my mind.

I would cross the sea for you.

All the tensions resting on you.

Words yet to apologize.

You’re different burden

Has cost us sacrifice.

Disaster’s avoided by minding your distance

Two-faced decisions, ignite your persistence.

It’s come undone, no love is lost

In the feeling of our revealing.