The music pulsates throughout the room. She dances without inhibition, her golden locks whipping around her like a hurricane, her cape fluttering behind her, skirt swishing around her boots as she spins while striking her tambourine with wild abandon. He is mesmerized.
So I'm back to the velvet underground
Back to the floor that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was
To the gypsy that I was
She is everything in this moment, her magic enveloping him. She dances with zeal, banishing his doubts and fears. He is free from the weight of the world, swept up by the music and her wild heart. As the beat changes, she slows her spins, and the sound of her tambourine dies down.
And it all comes down to you
Well, you know that it does and
Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice
Oh and it lights up the night
And you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
She glides gracefully across the floor, her face turned away from him. The music comes to an end, and she vanishes, leaving him standing alone in the room with only the sound of his own heartbeat filling his ears.
She is dancing away from you now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
There is a heavy hush in the room, as if even the air has been stilled. He scans the room, desperate to hold onto her before she completely disappears. He makes his way towards the door. But just as his hand reaches for the handle, he hesitates. And then it dawns on him - she's still here. This is the gypsy’s room, adorned with lace and paper flowers.
Lightning strikes
Maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Ooh oh, and it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes
Maybe once, maybe twice
With her hand clasped in his, they twirl. Their movements come to a halt as his mother's voice echoes from upstairs, reminding him it's time for bed and to lower the music. She lets go and spins away, leaving him standing alone in his bedroom. But he knows they'll dance together again.
And her memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy, oh
You see your gypsy