When one can see the future of things Views of future darkness for a Gypsy king In the bosom of a teller of fortune for so long feeling this unbearable pain This is not some simple tune fortune's view is a curse upon a seer when that view is nothing but fear to accept the pain of this runaway train but i cannot accept this i can realize inside there is a hidden prize in this I know what I can do To save the future seeing my eyes in a butterflie's Carefully laid out plans shall lead us to further stands But who in their mind could understand The chance of an encounter with a young man Who doesn't even exist I'll make a plan So that man may take a stand love makes hopelessness nothing do you understand I will make a plan.
