Tekster: The Ark. Bottleneck Barbiturate.

I don't believe in angels
Well, at least not in yours
But I believe in the sensation
of holding you close

And I don't believe in exile
Well, at least not how you practise it
But I'm willing to regret
all the travels I made
all the triumphs in my book
'cos I'm afraid that they took me away from you

So don't be upset
'cos your bottleneck barbiturate
ain't helping you out
It wasn't meant to be a hole in the ground
Don't make me wait
'cos your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down
'Cos I know other ways of getting around
the lonely hour

Oh, I'm the one who used to tell you
oh, that something is for free
And that being lonely
doesn't have to be a drag (what a gag)

Now if I was to envy you
you know it wouldn't be for real
No, just a way to steal
Or can it be so
that we've made it on our own?
I don't know, but these walls seems to tell me it ain't so

So don't be upset
'cos your bottleneck barbiturate
ain't helping you out
It wasn't meant to be a hole in the ground
Don't make me wait
'cos your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down
'Cos i know other ways of getting around
the lonely hour, hour, hour

Oh, don't make me wait
'cos your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down
It wasn't meant to be a hole in the ground

Oh, don't make me wait
'cos your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down
'Cos I know better ways of getting around
the lonely hour

Don't make me wait x3