Bottle of Waiting Whisky

I take your hand
Like a bottle of waiting whiskey
I build my plans
From a bottle of waiting whiskey
Well, as soon as I drink it down
I know I’ll fall behind
Cause the woman by my side
Worth more than a thousand of your kind
A thousand of your kind
You go your way
Is better than my way anyway
If I fall, stand up again and say
What if I leave of your life finally
And as soon as I drink it down
I know I’ll fall behind
Cause the woman by my side
Worth more than a thousand of their kind
that fear of longing
Go on and leave all the doubt behind
It’s not what you need but what you wanted
Steam keeps on building up inside
When daytime ends, here comes the night
I crave your hand
Like a bottle of waiting whiskey
Yeah I crave, but I don’t even understand
What the hell is wrong, what the hell is wrong with me
And as soon as I give in
I know I’ll lose
As the guilt will leave a scar upon my soul
So that fear of longing
You go on and leave all the doubt behind
Cause it’s not what you need but what you wanted
Steam keeps on building up inside
When daytime ends, here comes the night
When daytime ends, here comes the night