Desire کے بول

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?