Desire

Dark hair and midnight eyes
She’s looking like it’s 1995
And while my steps are made of stone
Hers are light in airing sky

Ooh, she’s looking for something
She’s spinning and circling
She’s reckless, she’s pining
And she’s lost, lost, lost

In the morning, dressed for night
Gypsy red, [?] flight
Another city calls her name
Where her darkened clan awaits

Ooh, she’s looking for something
She’s spinning and circling
She’s reckless, she’s pining
And she’s lost, lost, lost

D-e-s-i-r-e, can you hear it calling?
D-e-s-i-r-e, can you hear it calling?
D-e-s-i-r-e, can you hear it calling?
D-e-s-i-r-e, can you hear it calling?

Oh, can you hear it calling?