A tale of a woman who roamed the world, with my heart borne on her wake. |
When in Bohemian, she screams about Her pastures green, but never to me So never have I known, that the world listens too As a comedian, I see she belongs But never conforms, that's the beauty of This nomad world, I'm glad she found it too So run! She wants to run again You vagabond, you're well-spent Bohemian tendencies says, you can't stay long These kinds of commons, you won't ever get along Armenian, its such a release Materialistic animosity The speed of life has no value, like dollar signs I loved an alien, who dabbled in art Of all visage, enema of the heart Wanderer, she's spent so much but there's that bliss in the air So smile! Its all sorts of worthwhile To see a world and not fret so much Bohemian tendencies says, be spectacular Before the nebula men steal your fur In the Caribbean, you dream a kite As your taxi, you can't walk all the time Travel hills of puce-mauve sands, the world in trance A true deviant, the thinking of All dreaming thoughts, and loves begot Tinkerer, what will we do when our brains run dry? Oh, no! Don't think about the end To love a life in due pretence Bohemian tendencies says, think fair, live now The world is watching with distaste of time in doubt As a chameleon, should she go alone? The world is cold, except for times in colour Her world in dance, she'll do without me When in Bohemian, the first I've seen Of pastel stencils through her happi- Ness-tled in her loft home of the wind There she goes! Isn't she a lovely wing? I hope she finds a world that sings Bohemian tendencies says, to love and to hold But to let go, for treasures can mold There she goes. There she goes. There she goes. |