I dream of rain 
I dream of gardens in the desert sand 
I wake in pain 
I dream of love as [bad word] 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 realise 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 fall