dark hair & midnight eyes
she's looking like it's 1995
& while my steps are made of stone
hers are light in air & sky

ooh, she's looking for something
she's spinning & circling
she's reckless, she's pining
& she's lost, lost, lost

in the morning, dressed for night
gypsy red, wild flight
another city calls her name
where her darkened kin awaits

ooh, she's looking for something
she's spinning & circling
she's reckless, she's pining
& she's lost, lost, lost

d-e-s-i-r-e
can you hear it calling?