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