When I think of heaven
(Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of
pens and feathers and all other
instruments of faith and sex and God
in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don`t try to feed me
I`ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She`s been crying
I`ve been thinking
And I am the Rain King
Mama, why am I so alone?
I can`t go outside
I`m scared I might not make it home
I`m alive but I`m sinking in
If there`s anyone at home at your place
Why don`t you invite me in?
Don`t try to bleed me
I`ve been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She`s been lying
I`ve been sinking
And I am the Rain King
Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again...
When I think of heaven
(Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God in
the belly of a black-winged bird
Don`t try to bleed me
I`ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She`s been dying
I been drinking and I am the Rain King
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