I dream of rain



I dream of gardens in the desert sand



I wake in pain



I dream of love as time runs through my hand







I dream of fire



These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire



And in the flames



Her shadows play in the shape of a 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 as she turns



This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams



This fire burns



I realise that nothing?s as it seems







I dream of rain



I dream of gardens in the desert sand



I wake in pain







I dream of love as time runs through my hand







I dream of rain



I lift my gaze to empty skies above



I close my eyes, this rare perfume



is the sweet intoxication of her love







I dream of rain



I dream of gardens in the desert sand



I wake in pain



I dream of love as time runs through my hand







Sweet desert rose



Each of her veils, a secret promise



This desert flower



No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this







Sweet desert rose



This memory of Eden haunts us all



This desert flower, this rare perfume



Is the sweet intoxication of the fall