Indian Summer Rain کے بول

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