...in the flames Her shadows play in the...

...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 realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand...