All This Time
Sting - 《All This Time》
i dream of gardens in the desert sand
i dream of love as time runs through my hand
those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
each of her veils a secret promise
no sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
this way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
i realise that nothing's as it seems
i dream of gardens in the desert sand
i dream of love as time runs through my hand
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 gardens in the desert sand
i dream of love as time runs through my hand
each of her veils a secret promise
no sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
this memory of eden haunts us all
this desert flowerthis rare perfume
is the sweet intoxication of the fall