she can't keep herself in weather
the tethers holding her together
are lost to the wind forever, long lost
she hears the rainfall as crying
and every winter she's dying
dying and repenting for a season full of sins
let it go my little darlin'
sheets to the wind
it's warm here little darlin'
why don't you come in
she's dreaming of a second coming
listening for the distant drumming
the sound of angels on the wing, angels
the storm clouds of her pale face
rain on us her perfect grace
she says that all of us have had a season full of sin
let it go my little darlin'
sheets to the wind
it's warm here little darlin'
why don't you come in
come on in
