Gypsy Woman

We first met in the thoughts of our minds
Hardly even speaking, while the blue drips hit red laces
On the bottom of New York City
And I keep thinking I hear you think back
But maybe you do, telepathy is a weird matter
Especially while under the influence of LSD-25
And purple hallucinatory sounds fill the air
As I awake to a cold morning of the upper west side
Her voice, I've never heard it before
It’s soft and beautiful
As if I had awoken to a blissful nirvana
And then the thoughts begin
A look, a smile, a call
By tomorrow morning I’ll forget, as I always do
Its like I can't remember to love you
And it only works when you're in my dreams
I love it when we dream together
We can love, we can be, we can live
Of course we can do these thoughts in reality
You just have to wake up