Indian Rain

Lyrics

I feel as if I have been buried alive For the best part of five hundred years My body encased in a mountain of waste Until one day my face reappears My limbs, they are bent with the years they have spent In positions tormenting my soul But now they are free to emancipate me From the celibacy of this hole So turn in your grave Hold back the incoming wave Warm wind in my face like the linen and the lace Soft surrounding her waist like a mask Fresh air in my lungs like the sharing of songs Pleasure tripping our tongues through the grass New blood in my veins like red indian rain Stripping us of all the shame we possess With tears in my eyes and anguish I will cry I was free all the time I confess So turn in your grave Hold back the incoming wave So turn in your grave... Hold back the incoming wave Of indian rain Indian rain