,

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

Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire

,

And in the flames

Her shadows play in the shape of a mans 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 realize that nothings 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 love