Crystal (held a gypsy)

Watched a Western confirmed the words I thought were true Then it festered the moons all turned crystal blue Second-guessed her worth when she spoke of a savior pure and true I confessed to her I was over my head and insecure Then I met her first young gypsy with eyes as black as pearls Stared into my soul then I knew it was over let me go I held her oh too close as long as a boy could hold a tune I knew that I was wrong all my wounds were turning crystal too