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 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 realize 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 fal....

DESERT ROSE
by
STING