Sting Follow

I dream of rain. Ele Ele
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain. Ele Ele
I dream of love as time runs through my hands.

I dream of fire. Ele Ele
Dreams are tied to hearts that will never die.
And in the flames. Ele Ele
Shadows play in the shape of a mans desire.

This desert rose. Ele Ele
The shadow bears a secret promise.
This desert flower. Ele Ele
No sweet perfume never tortured me more than this.

And as she turns. Ele Ele
The way she moves in the logic of all my dreams.
This fire burns. Ele Ele
I realise that nothings as it seems.

I dream of rain. Ele Ele
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain. Ele Ele
I dream of love as time runs through my hands.

I dream of rain. Ele Ele
I lift my gaze to empty skies above.
I close my eyes.
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love.

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I dream of rain. Ele Ele
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain. Ele Ele
I dream of love as time runs through my hands.

The desert rose. Ele Ele
Its shadow bears the secret promise.
This desert flower. Ele Ele
No sweet perfume never tortured me more than this.

This desert rose. Ele Ele
Its memory of hidden hearts and souls.
This desert flower.
And rare perfume in the sweet intoxication of love.