Waiting for the rain
For the skies lamenting
All around silence

Has it's roots sunk deep

My longing lingers

My tresses twist
But in my isolation
All truth is empty


Waiting by the wayside
Of an endless reverie

Where all the things I run from
Are sure enough to find me


Would that love were something
Than a false slavery
To a god I don't know

And to all the things that tempt me

Then in the light of reason

Where truth is empty
The alchemy of sin
Would be revealed


Waiting by the wayside
Of an endless reverie

Where all the things I run from
Are sure enough to find me