Sweet melodies bring bitter memories

Sing in my ear and drown out my heart

Who will it be to silence the storms?

Who will it be to bring on the organs, the violins, the charms?

Don't waste no time, the streets are on fire

Hold out your arms, yes, it's called Desire

Getting quite sleepy but you held the door

The light from your eyes asks me for more

Rolling down hills and climbing up trees

Means something to you when you are locked in New York City

Come find me there, I'm anywhere

I will be in the garden beneath the tree line, make a bee line

Don't waste no time the streets are on fire

Hold out your arms, yes, it's called Desire

Getting quite sleepy but you held the door

The light from your eyes asks me for more, asks me for more

Don't waste no time the streets are on fire

Hold out your arms, yes, it's called Desire

Getting quite sleepy but you held the door

The light from your eyes asks me for more

Don't waste no time the streets are on fire

Hold out your arms, yes, it's called Desire

Getting quite sleepy but you held the door

The light from your eyes asks me for more, asks me for more