Desire
Alela Diane / Tom Bevitori
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?