The Desperate Hours - Marc Almond

Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl

Could it be you or a call from my soul

Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream

Could it be you, be you

Tonight’s the night it said in my stars

That love would be round the next bend

I felt for a while that my run of good luck

Would never come to an end

This world was not made for me, no no no no no no no There was you, there was I, and the sea and the sky

There was really no need to pretend, I saw

Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl

Could it be you or a call from my soul

Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream

Could it be you, be you

Skull faced moon and dull faced you

Grinning with mischief tonight

The shimmer of stars

The whisper of wind

This minute, tonight is the night, I saw

Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl

Could it be you or a call from my soul

Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream

Could it be you, be you

Unlock the secret door to my vault

Open the gate that leads to my heart

Touch of a tempter, touch of a siren

Could it be you, be you

The desperate hours

The scent of the flowers

You put in my room

Makes me think of you

In my dream I see

Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl

Could it be you or a call from my soul

Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream

Could it be you, be you

Unlock the secret door to my vault

Open the gate that leads to my heart

Touch of a tempter, touch of a siren

Could it be you, be you

In my dream I see

Eyes of a girl, lips of a girl

Could it be you or a call from my soul

Could it be somewhere that I dare not dream

Could it be you, be you

Unlock the secret door to my vault

Open the gate that leads to my heart

Touch of a tempter, touch of a siren

Could it be you, be you