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
Fortunately gone
I wait for you