Bottleneck Barbiturate - The Ark

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