Sting - Desert Rose

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 handI dream of fireThose dreams that tie two hearts that will never dieAnd near the flamesThe shadows play in the shape of the man's desireThis desert roseWhose shadow bears the secret promiseThis desert flowerNo sweet perfume that would torture you more than thisAnd now she turnsThis way she moves in the logic of all my dreamsThis fire burnsI realize that nothing's as it seemsI dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in vainI dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of rainI lift my gaze to empty skies aboveI close my eyesThe rare perfumeis the sweet intoxication of loveI dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in vainI dream of love as time runs through my handSweet desert roseWhose shadow bears the secret promiseThis desert flowerNo sweet perfume that would torture you more than thisSweet desert roseThis memory of hidden hearts and soulsThis desert flowerThis rare perfumeis the sweet intoxication of loveis the sweet intoxication of love