Sting - Desert Ros
I dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in painI dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of fireThese dreams are tied to a horse that willnever tireAnd in the flamesHer shadows play in the shape of a man'sdesireThis desert roseEach of her veils, a secret promiseThis desert flowerNo sweet perfume ever tortured me more thanthisAnd as she turnsThis way she moves in the logic of all mydreamsThis fire burnsI realize that nothing's as it seemsI dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in painI dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of rainI lift my gaze to empty skies aboveI close my eyes, this rare perfumeIs the sweet intoxication of her loveI dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in painI dream of love as time runs through my handSweet desert roseEach of her veils, a secret promiseThis desert flowerNo sweet perfume ever tortured me more thanthisSweet desert roseThis memory of Eden haunts us allThis desert flower, this rare perfumeIs the sweet intoxication of the fall
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