Desert Rose - Sting

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 that tie two hearts that will never die

And near the flames

The shadows play in the shape of the man's desire

This desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you 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

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 rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I close my eyes

The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

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

Sweet desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose

This memory of hidden hearts and souls

This desert flower

This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love