He lifts the roses of her secrets deftly They leave a perfume in the air He climbs the mountain of her hesitation Then he reaches for her there And she feels a thousand butterflies Alight and fill the room Desire, a flame, a fire in the garden All of her is in bloom O the things his hands can do She walks the meadow of his lone some dreaming While the willows stand and wait She makes a wreath of every bending sorrow He is watching at the gate And he feels a thousand butterflies Alight and fill his mind Desire, a flame, a fire in the garden All of him feels alive She does it with her eyes Love has a way of destroying The deep disguise You're not the wind, you're the tree And the way it sight We've been broken, broken open Like a thousand butterflies Desire, a flame a fire in the garden There's nowhere left to hide Desire, a flame, a fire in the garden Where are we going to hide?