| Well they came from different stories |
| But met on the same page |
| Run away like outlaws |
| Dancing through the days |
| Just enough to good times they thought they never aged |
| They were too young to know is and it was to late to change |
| So they hold on tight to the endless night |
| Making love, gypsy love |
| ‘Till they touched the sky dreaming side by side |
| They were never out of love |
| They were children of the circus |
| They grow up with the clowns |
| Lived lives out of the suitcase and undiscovered towns |
| It beneath the surface in case the real world let them down |
| They were too young to notice they could turn their lives around |
| So they hold on tight to the endless night |
| Making love gypsy love |
| So they touched the sky dreaming side by side |
| They were never out of love |
| And never stopped to wonder |
| About the way things might have been |
| If the spell that they were under |
| Ever started to wear thin |
| So they hold on tight to the endless night |
| Making love gypsy love |
| ‘Till they touched the sky dreaming side by side |
| They were never out of love |
| So they hold on tight to the endless night |
| Making love gypsy love |
| ‘Till they touched the sky dreaming side by side |
| They were never out of love |
| Dreaming love |
| Only out of love |
| Only out of love |