Indian Summer Rain (XV)

Hear those voices calling
There’s sorrow in the air
Falling leaves, like falling tears
Of meaningless despair
She picks up the flowers
And weaves them through her hair
Her dress is torn down to her thigh
Her world has disappeared
And she says go inside
I’m waiting for the rain
She keeps the pain alive
Waiting for the rain
Ice has closed the chamber
The candles have all died
A trail of incense to the place
She lies in deathly white
Shrouded by a halo
The pillow made of stone
She holds the lace against her chest
And welcomes in the cold
And she says go inside
I’m waiting for the rain
She keeps the pain alive
Waiting for the rain
When they find a new forever
Behind this mortal tomb
She’ll take the sacrificial knife
Beneath the scarlet moon
When they find a new forever
She’ll be someone new
Her skin will warm to summer light
Her eyes a deeper blue
And she says go inside
I’m waiting for the rain
She keeps the pain alive
Waiting for the rain