Rebel Angel - Eddi Reader

I’m on the Queenstown Road riding bumper to bumper

an island, an island in the driving rain

and in my mind it’s the highest place I’ve ever

been without a parachute, without holding on or falling

falling through the rain

I never lay down before underneath anyone who didn’t crush me

or punish me for my weaknesses

you’re on my tongue, you’re in my mouth, you’re all inside of me

my arms stretched wide — I’m not feeling crucified

with my rebel angel

my rebel angel

my rebel angel

falling through the rain

are you real oh oh are you apparition oh oh

are you really really really real

it’s been so long, singing «it's been a good year for the roses»

and whistling down the wind

tell me did you fall or were you pushed from a passing cloud

one of god’s tear-drops, falling on me

falling on me

my rebel angel

my rebel angel

my rebel angel