text: I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
  I think of rain, I think of roses blue
  I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble
  To see the place shes lately gotten to
  Gotten to, gotten to
  Shes gotten to mysterious devotions
  Shes gotten to the zodiac and Zen
  Shes gotten into tarot cards and potions
  Shes laying her religion on her friends
  On her friends, on her friends
  Friends who come to ask her for their future
  Friends who come to find they cant be friends
  Because of signs and seasons that dont suit her
  Shell prophesy your death, she wont say when
  Wont say when, wont say when
  When all the black cards come you cannot barter
  No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win
  Shell shake her head and treat you like a martyr
  It is her blackest spell she puts you in
  Puts you in, puts you in
  In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you
  Inside your own self-pity there you swim
  In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you
  And only with your laughter can you win
  Can you win, can you win
  You win the lasting laurels with your laughter
  It reaches like an arm before you sink
  To win the solitary truth youre after
  You dare not ask the priestess how to think
  How to think, how to think
  I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
  I think of rain, I think of roses blue
  I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble
  To see the place shes lately gotten to
  Gotten to, gotten to