There may be weather It's coming ahead This empty bottle Causes this aching head It's all an illusion 'Cause you will not break those ties And now the memories fading We don't know why A quick sight in the mirror I'm losing patience with myself My pockets are empty This gun is my will Oh, you took it from me When the morning was still young And with the opening of eyes You were gone A sweet serenade A sweet dancer It was the touch of your hands You'll be my final romance ♪ There may be weather Still coming ahead The closer I get now I'm no further ahead It's still an illusion 'Cause you just will not break those ties And so the memories fading And now we both know why A sweet serenade A sweet dancer It was the touch of your hands You'll be my final romance A sweet serenade, ohh A sweet gypsy dancer, ohh It was the touch of your hands It's always been the touch of your hands Always be the touch of your hands You'll be my final romance