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