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