Desire To Love - Dirty Projectors

Down the river as a child

If I couldn’t see the horizon

I could see for miles

Love me by the river

Shivering with a temperature

Recovered by a virginal

Sixteen-year-old girl burning with her

Desire to love

Desire to love

There was war inside my heart

I did not know if we should be together or apart

Torment never leave me

Comfortable and easy

Obviously I’m still breathing

But only by the beneficent feeling of her

Desire to love

Desire to love

Picking flowers in the hills

There’s a violet and azalea and a daffodil

Each one with its opening

It’s Joni Mitchell loneliness

Unedited relationship with the sun

And a burning

Desire to love

Desire to love