There may be weather
It's coming ahead
This empty bottle
Causes this aching head
It's all an illusion
'Cause you will not break those ties
And now the memories fading
We don't know why
A quick sight in the mirror
I'm losing patience with myself
My pockets are empty
This gun is my will
Oh, you took it from me
When the morning was still young
And with the opening of eyes
You were gone
A sweet serenade
A sweet dancer
It was the touch of your hands
You'll be my final romance
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There may be weather
Still coming ahead
The closer I get now
I'm no further ahead
It's still an illusion
'Cause you just will not break those ties
And so the memories fading
And now we both know why
A sweet serenade
A sweet dancer
It was the touch of your hands
You'll be my final romance
A sweet serenade, ohh
A sweet gypsy dancer, ohh
It was the touch of your hands
It's always been the touch of your hands
Always be the touch of your hands
You'll be my final romance