Under the anvil of the sun
 Sweat, like a train
 [bad word]  [bad word] 
 My body to dust
 Scorched by the might of the sun

 Burning light, burning white heat
 Like wildfire
 I sweat a fever
 My body screams
 Disintegrates in the heat

 Our love is the faith that keeps on burning

 I love to feel the rain in the summertime
 I love to feel the rain on my face
 I love to feel the rain in the summertime
 I love to feel the rain on my face

 Burnt at the stake, on a bed of fire
 My body rises
 Taking me higher
 My loves desire
 Is pure ascension fire

 And love is the faith that keeps on burning

 I love to feel the rain in the summertime
 I love to feel the rain on my face
 I love to feel the rain in the summertime
 I love to feel the rain on my face

 And then [bad word] ’til the breath tears my throat
 ’til the pain hits my side
 As if [bad word] fast enough
 I can leave all the pain and the sadness behind

 I love to feel the rain in the summertime
 I love to feel the rain on my face
 I love to feel the rain in the summertime
 I love to feel the rain on my face
 (I love to feel the rain on my face)
 (in the summertime)