Desire
Carla Serrat
Staring at the moon
Blinded by all that shines
The smell of a dream
The landscape dies
It fades away
All the way down
But I wanted , yes I wanted
Like the first time
uhhh uhh
Take me back to that golden days
uhhhh uhh
So tell me must I learn to pray?
Desire Desire
Desire Desire
And I wanted to go back
I can't take it off of my head
And I wanted to go back
Cause I can't take it off of my head
uhhh uhh
Take me back to that golden days
uhhhh uhh
So tell me must I learn to pray?
Desire Desire
Desire Desire
