nomads

an open coast, an open road, spirit rising, burning gold, i'll take you to the caverns, where the gypsies go, they're dancing through the firelight, whirling fast and slow, it's a cry from the heart, it's a crying soul, nothing imagined need ever be lost, going from dust to dust, we're running and hiding, like wolves from a pack, you'll hear the waves crashing, never turning back, it's a cry from the heart, it's a crying soul, nothing imagined need ever be lost, going from dust to dust, it's a cry from the heart