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

I dream of rain

Sweet desert rose

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

This desert rose

This memory of Eden haunts us all

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

This fire burns

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

I close my eyes, this rare perfume

I dream of rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

is the sweet intoxication of the fall

And in the flames

each of her vells, a secret promise

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I dream of fire