Letras
Staring at the moon
Blinded by all that shines
The smell of a dream
The landscape dies
It fades away
All the way down
But I want it, yeah, I want it
Like the first time
Oh
Take me back to the golden days
Oh
So tell me, must I learn to pray?
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
And I want it to go back
I can't take it off of my head
And I want it to go back
I can't take it off of my head, my head
My head, my head, my head, my head
My head, my head, my head, my head
Oh
Take me back to the golden days
Oh
So tell me, must I learn to pray?
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire