Sting - Desert Rose

her shadows play in the shape of the man's desire

This desert flower

Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never die

I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain

Sweet desert rose

I dream of rain

I dream of rain

This memory of Eden haunts us all

This desert rose

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

each of her vells, a secret promise

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

This fire burns

is the sweet intoxication of the fall

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I close my eyes, this rare perfume

And in the flames

I dream of rain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I dream of gardens in the desert sand