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

at least not how you practise it

but I'm willing to regret

all the travels I made

all the triumphs in my book

'cause I'm afraid

that they took me away from you



-So, don't be upset

'cause your bottleneck barbiturate

ain't helping you out

-It wasn't meant to be

a hole in the ground

Don't make me wait

'cause your bottleneck barbiturate

is letting you down

'cause I know other ways

of getting around

the lonely hour



I'm the one who used to tell you

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

just a way to steal - or...

Can it be so

that we've made it our own?

-I don't know

but these walls seems to tell me

it ain't so



-So don't be upset

'cause your bottleneck barbiturate

ain't helping you out

-It wasn't meant to be

a hole in the ground

Don't make me wait

'cause your bottleneck barbiturate

is letting you down

'cause I know better ways

of getting around

the lonely hour



Don't make me wait

Don't make me wait

Don't make me wait