The Libertine's Dream - Marc Almond

On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head

The pillow edged in gold and red

A palace in his prison walls

A feast for all, there’s really only bread

Those walls shut out the world

Leaving him to conjure up his own instead

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality

His reality

Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates

Creates desire and fire

His thoughts pour out upon the page

His thirst is never quenched, never tired

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

And dreams

He builds himself a fortress

Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise

Fantasy to fantasy

His kingdom is a playground for desire

And he the king within his walls

Deliberately locks the world outside

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

And dreams

All the mind divine

A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind

But just a little sad for all these things he had

He waits and serves his time

With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom

And sets out to realise

His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams

His dreams

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