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

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

This desert rose

This memory of Eden haunts us all

I close my eyes, this rare perfume

And in the flames

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

is the sweet intoxication of the fall

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I dream of fire

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

each of her vells, a secret promise

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

This fire burns

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand