Desire — U2

Yeah

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

She's a candle burning in my room Yeah, 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

And the fever getting higher Desire, desire Burning, burning

She's the dollars, she's my protection Yeah, she's a promise in the year of election Oh sister, I can't let you go I'm like a preacher stealing hearts at a travelling show For love or money, money, money... And the fever, getting higher Desire, desire Desire, desire

Desire, desire, alright