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
And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone? I can't go outside I'm scared I might not make it home I'm alive, I'm alive but I'm sinking in If there's anyone at home at your place, darling Why don't you invite me in? Don't try to bleed me Cause 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 Cause 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've been drinking And I am the rain king
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