Her love is hot, but mine is not 



This woman is a perfumed breeze 

Greek Gods recline on her knees 

I'd freeze the sun to kiss her ear 



It all makes up the visions I call Domino 

It all makes up the visions I call Domino 

Right now 



A suit of doubt she gave to me 

In return I cried a sea 

Of poet's tears and something more 

I camped outside her velvet doors 



Love's a freak and it moves fast 

My marble dream it could not last 

Now every time this girl I see 

She tries to chain me to her tree