I see them driving into nothing, where the nothing is sure
They drown their wishes in the fountain like their fathers before
And in the park, the firefighters turned their bodies to glass
Some people seem to take their time when they pass

Deep they've designed you
From cradle to pyre
In the mortal attire
Desire
Desire

It's high to be wanted
But haunted is higher
And the change require
Desire
Desire