I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
These 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 flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall