Indian Summer Rain

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