Sullivan was right when he said he'd die like the men That he spent his whole life loving, still they'd never understand Just like Halston he'd been hunting for the feel of the unknown Far beyond the mortal coil in a world all of his own Speak to me Of burning desire Of burning desire I dreamt a bathhouse full of bodies all much different than my own A language of desire a new world we scarcely know In the light that shows the distance a new the space for us to grow I used to be ashamed I'm learning to let go Speak to me Of burning desire Breathe with me In primal desire Ancient whisper Mirror show the one Self-satisfaction burning Like a thousand suns Down to ember Hazy afterglow Stoke body back to blaze In a sensual tableau Speak to me Of burning desire Breathe with me In primal desire I can't quench the Queer fire Queer fire Speak to me Of burning desire