Desire is the hot grease that stains the street I walk
Desire has my tongue in knots, my words slippery talk
Desire stalks me in my sleep, I hear breath in my ear
Desire in the morning, I can sense when it is near
So slow to burn
Every woman has her story
Just like every man
The way that rope burned through your hand
The way you were lifted and how you never seem to land
The way the dream makes the stream ever damned
So slow to burn
Desire is my concern when I wake up and I'm lit
When I smell smoke, all I think is: this is it
Fan me down or push me over, I'm just about to turn
So goddamn slow to burn
So slow to burn
I'm sorry if I used you, if I used you as my bait
But when you're fishing there's the one your after
The one that got away
And I chase those dreams because I'm hooked and there's nothing I can do
But get up every morning and wait for my desire to come through
So slow to burn