Desert Rose
Sting - 《Desert Rose(X2)&Brand New Day(X2)》
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