Desert Rose
Words and music by Sting
(CHORUS)
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
(CHORUS)
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love
(CHORUS)
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love
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