8th October 1988


Desire - U2


Yeah
Lover I'm off the streets
Gonna go where the bright lights
And the big city meet
With a red guitar, on fire
Desire

She's the candle burning in my room
I'm like the needle, needle and spoon
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon, everybody got one
And the fever when I'm beside her
Desire, Desire

Feel the fever getting higher
Desire, Desire
Burning, Burning

She's the dollars, she's my protection
She's the promise in the year of election
Sister, I can't let you go
I'm like a preacher stealing hearts at a traveling show
For the love of money, money,money, money, money
Money, money,money, money, money, money
Feel the fever getting higher
Desire, Desire
Desire, Desire
Desire, Desire

Desire, Desire
Desire, Desire
Desire, Desire