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?