There's a word, for longing
For someone, or something
That can't be found, in our language
It's a type of anguish, our words don't know
'Cause love goes
Like a gypsy shawl
Like an arrow
Love is fast, and life is slow
Like a jet plane
Like a single day
It comes
And goes away
I loved him, I love him still
Perhaps I never did, perhaps I always will
But I walked away, and he turned his back
Now all I'm counting is all I lack
'Cause love goes
Like a gypsy shawl
Like an arrow
Love is fast, and life is slow
Like a jet plane
Like a single day
It comes
And goes away
There's a word, I've been searching for
That in my language goes unsaid
It's him, that I've been longing for
Now a memory in my head
Because love goes
Like a gypsy shawl
Like an arrow
Love is fast, and life is slow
Like a jet plane
Like a single day
It comes
And goes away