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