My DiaryLand Diary

2001-04-12 - 9:36 p.m.

Counting Crows

Rain King

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