The Wanderer
Kid A
?Rain?
Delicate rain
Licks your skin
And kisses the pain
As the raindrops spin
A dripping stain
Downward and in
Empty lips remain
Enraptured with sin
The Rain whispers
And pours its heart out
Like the Bronte sisters
In the shadows of doubt
Friendly rains soothe Time?s blisters
And thirst upon the arid drought
A blinking eye of the Sun flitters
And reigns over ?
-for Cate
It needs one more word . . .
Delicate rain
Licks your skin
And kisses the pain
As the raindrops spin
A dripping stain
Downward and in
Empty lips remain
Enraptured with sin
The Rain whispers
And pours its heart out
Like the Bronte sisters
In the shadows of doubt
Friendly rains soothe Time?s blisters
And thirst upon the arid drought
A blinking eye of the Sun flitters
And reigns over ?
-for Cate
It needs one more word . . .