Last day at the gypsy's

Brainstorming chat on a telephone line i know i'm talking to a wall
But i also know i should give time some time
Sparkling promises ones of the kind i know i can sit on
But i also know i should give time some time

Pants on the floor you are one of the kind i know i can sit on
But i also know that what is done is really done
Dreaming of roaming and foaming adventures i know i can't move on
But i also know tomorrow's another day

Getting attached to a statue of ice hand-carved by unscrupulous sculptors
I prefer that rather than playing with fire
Filling the blanks with a boy in every port away from the day-to-day puzzle
Oh i know that i could feel lonely sometimes

My home sweet home was at the gypsy's
I was alone in an empty living-room
I've been alone for a day or two
And i run away, i run away, i run away