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