Marc Almond - The Libertine's Dream Lyrics
On a bed of silken sheets he lay his headThe pillow edged in gold and redA palace in his prison wallsA feast for all, theres really only breadThose walls shut out the worldLeaving him to conjure up his own insteadHe dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreamsAnd dreamsA fantasy of sumptuous sensualityHis realityWhere only straw the more his mind hallucinatesCreates desire and fireHis thoughts pour out upon the pageHis thirst is never quenched, never tiredHe dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreamsAnd dreamsHe dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreamsAnd dreamsHe dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreamsAnd dreamsAnd dreamsHe builds himself a fortressFills it with the lusty, beautiful and wiseFantasy to fantasyHis kingdom is a playground for desireAnd he the king within his wallsDeliberately locks the world outsideHe dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreamsAnd dreamsHe dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreamsAnd dreamsHe dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreamsAnd dreamsAnd dreamsAll the mind divineA cornucopia of pleasure in his mindBut just a little sad for all these things he hadHe waits and serves his timeWith a wicked gleam he tastes his freedomAnd sets out to realiseHis dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreamsHis dreams(repeat to fade)
