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I lay at the feet of desire for years.
Then I heard this song, calling me.
It was a woman in a red dress, It was a man with a gun in his hand.
It was a table filled with fruit and flowers.
It was a fox of fire, a bird of stone.
Then, it was gone.
What was left disintegrated by rain and wind
I had followed desire, to the end. -
I lay at the feet of desire for years.
Then I heard this song, calling me.
It was a woman in a red dress, It was a man with a gun in his hand.
It was a table filled with fruit and flowers.
It was a fox of fire, a bird of stone.
Then, it was gone.
What was left disintegrated by rain and wind
I had followed desire, to the end. -
I lay at the feet of desire for years.
Then I heard this song, calling me.
It was a woman in a red dress, It was a man with a gun in his hand.
It was a table filled with fruit and flowers.
It was a fox of fire, a bird of stone.
Then, it was gone.
What was left disintegrated by rain and wind
I had followed desire, to the end. -
I lay at the feet of desire for years.
Then I heard this song, calling me.
It was a woman in a red dress, It was a man with a gun in his hand.
It was a table filled with fruit and flowers.
It was a fox of fire, a bird of stone.
Then, it was gone.
What was left disintegrated by rain and wind
I had followed desire, to the end. -
I lay at the feet of desire for years.
Then I heard this song, calling me.
It was a woman in a red dress, It was a man with a gun in his hand.
It was a table filled with fruit and flowers.
It was a fox of fire, a bird of stone.
Then, it was gone.
What was left disintegrated by rain and wind
I had followed desire, to the end. -
I was desire's dog.
I ate when I was fed. I did what I was told.
I knew how to sit, stand and roll over on command.
When I was petted, I was made whole.
Even when I dreamed, I dreamed a chain around my neck.
Desire is a bone with traces of fat.
It's the wag smell of a bitch in heat.
It's that pinched hit at the end of a beat.
It's a stick thrown into a rabbit chase. -
I was desire's dog.
I ate when I was fed. I did what I was told.
I knew how to sit, stand and roll over on command.
When I was petted, I was made whole.
Even when I dreamed, I dreamed a chain around my neck.
Desire is a bone with traces of fat.
It's the wag smell of a bitch in heat.
It's that pinched hit at the end of a beat.
It's a stick thrown into a rabbit chase. -
I was desire's dog.
I ate when I was fed. I did what I was told.
I knew how to sit, stand and roll over on command.
When I was petted, I was made whole.
Even when I dreamed, I dreamed a chain around my neck.
Desire is a bone with traces of fat.
It's the wag smell of a bitch in heat.
It's that pinched hit at the end of a beat.
It's a stick thrown into a rabbit chase. -
I was desire's dog.
I ate when I was fed. I did what I was told.
I knew how to sit, stand and roll over on command.
When I was petted, I was made whole.
Even when I dreamed, I dreamed a chain around my neck.
Desire is a bone with traces of fat.
It's the wag smell of a bitch in heat.
It's that pinched hit at the end of a beat.
It's a stick thrown into a rabbit chase. -
I was desire's dog.
I ate when I was fed. I did what I was told.
I knew how to sit, stand and roll over on command.
When I was petted, I was made whole.
Even when I dreamed, I dreamed a chain around my neck.
Desire is a bone with traces of fat.
It's the wag smell of a bitch in heat.
It's that pinched hit at the end of a beat.
It's a stick thrown into a rabbit chase.