Picking up pieces of yesterdays fire
Word's that written
But words they were only desire
Only desire
Pictures you've painted
Of yesterday's dreams
Emotions alive, but no one
Will see their desire
Only desire
Lady, I don't want to fight
I know that middle of the night
So come now and sit by the fire
Maybe it's only desire
Maybe it's only desire
Picking up pieces I threw into the fire
Words became letters
But letters were only desire
Only desire
Lady, I don't want to fight
I know that middle of the night
So come now and sit by the fire
Maybe it's only desire
Maybe it's only desire
And I will make everything right
So come now and sit by the fire
It's only desire
Maybe it's only desire
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