(Adam Duritz/David Bryson)
When I think of heaen
(Deliver me in a black winged bird)
I think of lying 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
CHORUS
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 begings and ends
After al lthe 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