In the house where the words are broken
and the forest has got no trees
where there’s nothing left unspoken
the ferry of broken seas
somewhere down where streets are ending
down the road of no return
we will meet where hearts are mending
in a room where voices burn
gigolo – gigolo vagabundo
gigolo – gigolo vagabundo
gigolo – gigolo vagabundo
gigolo – a-go-go vagabundo
sleeping where dreams are stolen
and the windows have got no frame
wander where lust is swollen
and the lovers got no name
maybe there the story’s ending
written on naked skin
burning drums and lips pretending
drowning in the sea of sin
gigolo – gigolo vagabundo
gigolo – gigolo vagabundo
gigolo – gigolo vagabundo
gigolo – a-go-go vagabundo
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