Counting Crows - Rain king - live at chelsea studios, new york/1997 lyrics

When I think of heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying, down into a sea of pins and feathers And all other instruments of faith and s** and God In the belly of a black-winged bird, don't try to feed 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 crying, I've been thinking And I am the Rain King Well I said, mama, mama, mama Why am I so alone? well I can't go outside I'm scared I might not make it home But I'm alive, I'm alive, but I'm sinking in If there's anyone at home at your place darlin' 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 and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King Well I said I am the rain king Well I said I, I, I, I, I yeah Well I am the rain king, yeah