Her love is hot, but mine is not



This woman is a perfumed breeze

Greek Gods recline on her knees

I'd freeze the sun to kiss her ear



It all makes up the visions I call Domino

It all makes up the visions I call Domino

Right now



A suit of doubt she gave to me

In return I cried a sea

Of poet's tears and something more

I camped outside her velvet doors



Love's a freak and it moves fast

My marble dream it could not last

Now every time this girl I see

She tries to chain me to her tree