Texty: Breeders. Fortunately Gone.

I wait for you in Heaven
On this perfect string of love
And drink your soup of magpies
In a pottery bowl that looks
As I am now, brown, round and warm

Chime on a rain wet
An ankle, toes or two
Sweetly as it drops upon your head
Just like it did today

Fortunately gone
I wait for you

Chime on a rain wet
An ankle, toes or two
Sweetly as it drops upon your head
Just like it did today

Fortunately gone
I wait for you

Fortunately gone
I wait for you