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.