The tarot is fate
Said the gypsy queen
And she beckoned me
To glimpse the future she’d seen…
She said, try to run away,
You don’t know what to do,
Do you feel it’s real,
Do you believe it’s true?
When I lay the card down
Will it turn up the fool
Will it turn up sorrow,
Is there one there for you,
For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee
For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee
Illusions are real
Oh, illusions are real,
And the dreams that you fear
All come back to you
And voice the scream and you hear
She said, try to run away,
You don’t know what to do,
Do you feel it’s real,
Do you believe it’s true?
When I lay the card down
Will it turn up the fool
Will it turn up sorrow,
Is there one there for you,
For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee
For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee