Indian Thinker : Mr Endangered Thoughts

I am a lover myself waiting for that eternal rain the rain that is coming to cleanse my soul The rain will cleanse my soul for the soul who is coming to take that place which is rightfully her's I was born a lover, a lover of rain and the misty moon no wonder my soul craves for her as she is the misty moon in the rainy night Don't know where I met her last as I can't see the lives we lived but she can, her soul can. that's why i know she will come for her rightful place 

Am I hiding something ? Have I buried something ? Do you know something? I traded my soul to the devil for that thing Because I wanted that thing That gave you deep sting So deep that sting, so deep that sting Now you don't even know what is the thing