Picking up pieces of yesterday's fire
Words that were 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 it's the middle of the night
So come now and sit by the fire
Maybe its only desire
Maybe its only desire.

Picking up pieces I threw on the fire
Words became letters
But letters were only desire
Only desire.

Lady, I don't want to fight
I know it's the middle of the night
So come now and sit by the fire
Maybe its only desire
Maybe its only desire.

And I will make everything right
So come now and sit by the fire
its only desire
Maybe its only desire.