Gypsy Soul from Confluence by Black Spruce Bog

Well it was dark and it was snowing in an empty highway town
I watched them storm clouds rollin’, they howled curses at the ground
Through a hidden door she took me, led me by a gentle hand
A whisper like mountain sage smoke, said “better run now while you can”.

She’ll fly away
Like a bird from her cage
She has your heart
She gonna tear it apart
She's got a Gypsy soul!

I felt as though I was falling, plummeting out of control
Her presence was all consuming, and it grabbed me by the scruff of my soul
We made love like the world was on fire, I was drunk on the smell of her skin
The devil didn’t even bother hiding, he knew he was safe well within.

Every night I am awoken by a fitful and restless sleep
This curse that binds my subconscious mind lets her wander into my dreams
When they lay me in the casket, when they bury me deep in the ground
Speak these words at my funeral, to warn any fool left in town.

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