I dream of rain, e lay, e lay.

I dream of gar dens in the des ert sand.

I wake in pain, e lay, e lay.

I dream of love as (G7sus)time runs through my hand.

I dream of fire, e lay, e lay.

These dreams are tied to a horse that will nev er tire.

And in the flames, e lay, e lay.

Her shad ows play in the shape of a man’s de sire.

This des ert rose, e lay, e lay.

Each of her veils, a se cret prom ise.

This des ert flow’r, e lay, e lay.

No sweet per fume ev er tor tured me more than this.

And as she turns, e lay, e lay,

this way she moves in the log ic of all my dreams.

This fire burns, e lay, e lay.

I re a lize that noth ing’s as it seems.

I dream of rain, e lay, e lay.

I dream of gar dens in the des ert sand.

I wake in pain, e lay, e lay.

I dream of love as (G7sus)time runs through my hand.

I dream of rain, e lay, e lay.

I dream of gar dens in the des ert sand.

I wake in pain, e lay, e lay.

I dream of love as (G7sus)time runs through my hand.

Sweet des ert rose, e lay, e lay.

Each of her veils, a se cret prom ise.

This des ert flow’r, e lay, e lay.

No sweet per fume ev er tor tured me more than this.

Sweet des ert rose, e lay, e lay.

This mem o ry of E den haunts us all.

This des ert flower, this rare per fume, is the sweet in tox i ca (G7sus)tion of the fall.