See the roses growing purposely Dreaming of the vase Blood-stained poet calls it vanity I'd call it yearning Rarest butterfly, steal his charm away Stab him under glass From within it grew Ink tattooed in you
D stands for desire, for desire First I want the prize then I have the prize Give the stranger jewels Little boy lost, little girl lost Found, smashed their shrine Medal on your breast only half as precious As when in your head Medal on your breast only half as precious As your desire, your desire
Severed roses drawn in their vases decay away How they want pain, need pain, crave pain, love pain D is for desire D stands for desire