The Rain Asked For A Holiday

The rain asked for a holiday
She was looking in the mirror
And rummaging through the artifacts
Thirty-nine days' souvenirs
But there's always work to do
Whole villages to be drowned
And someone's got to do it
And there's no one else around

Adieu, adieu, the end
Alas, the timing is never right
Again, again, to be born again
Or just beginning to see the light
That's my wish
Please pass it on
To whoever can make it real
Until then I'll be spinning on this wheel

No one wants to try the hood
The executioner must wear to bed
For who is willing to watch the dreams
That hang inside his head
Seven tongues twisting ungraciously
Fourteen eyes that roll around
And the air that left their lungs
Fell unvictoriously to the ground

Adieu, adieu, the end
Alas, the timing is never right
Again, again, to be born again
Or just beginning to see the light
That's my wish
Please pass it on
To whoever can make it real
Until then I'll be spinning on this wheel

I once saw a child delivered
He was the color of outer space
And I saw the last expression
That was frozen in his face
I wasn't meant to be here
Still I've go no place to turn
But when I finally reach you
There will be nothing I cannot learn

Adieu, adieu, the end
Alas, the timing is never right
Again, again, to be born again
Or just beginning to see the light
That's my wish
Please pass it on
To whoever can make it real
Until then I'll be spinning on this wheel