Desire
Nika Roza Danilova
Lick my wounds like
You can taste them
Would it make much
Of a difference?
If you knew my pain
If you could see my side
Only for a minute
Just enough to empathize
Desire
Ooh, desire
Storm of the heart
Storm of the heart
Desire, desire
Ooh, ooh
Desire, desire
Desire, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Desire, desire
Desire, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Desire, desire
Storm of the heart
Storm of the heart
Desire
Desire, ooh
Ooh