the 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