Tell me gypsy can you see me. In your crystal ball. I'm asking you what can I do. My back's against the wall. And I can't hold on much longer. So I've come to you my friend. For now my life seems at an end. I came to see you once before. One hundred years ago. You took my hand and broke the spell. That should have let me go. But my years have gone so slowly. So I'm here again my friend. For now my life is at an end