The Doctor Despairs
The doctor sits in his room as he listens to the song that was made for him.
I dream of rain
I
dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of
love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
These
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 realize that nothing's as it seems
I dream of
rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I
dream of love as time runs 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 vain
I
dream of love as time runs 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
The Doctor sighs.You can never get what you want.