the Rain

I
i long for the rain
i long for the drops they lead
and a throat full of moss again
where is the rain?
i am in the middle of a windblown desert plain 

(Ch)
i want the rain to come again
i want the rain to wash me clean
i want the rain to tell me where my homeland should be
tell me rain, where am i going?
tell me rain if this is the right way

II           
i long for the distant sea waves
i am in a foreign land again
i will slowly perish in this padlocked satin stain
tell me rain, where am i going
tell me rain if this is the right way

(Ch)
the scent of rain is ancient lore 
the scent of rain is petrichore
the sex and the death of the mortal world
i call the rain to wash me clean
tell me rain if it's my time to leave
tell me rain, where am i going 
hmmmmmm

(...)
and this is this is
the rising of a tide 
and this is this is
the setting of a star
and when and when and when 
i have found a sordid place
and when and when and when
it disintegrates 
the rain
mmmmmmmm

III
i long for the rain
i long to begin this life again
and the fading and the
brilliance and the
heheaaaaaah
tell me rain, where am i going?
hmmmm