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 hand

i dream of fire
those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
and near the flames
the shadows playin the shape of the mans 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 wayshe moves in the logic of all my dreams
this fire burns
i realized that nothing 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 theswet 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 perfume is the sweet intoxication of love