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