A waterfall from a higher place told me all about you
The funeral of the man I was, told me not to doubt you
So I lead a lonely life
I went into the liquor store looking for a bottle
Oh, what we could do with your dress up 'round your shoulders
Loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment
We could leave all our fear behind
Of my favorite Bombay gin, the answer to my problems
Now I have it here, sitting on the table
Check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking
Another word for the universe
But to my delight, the bottles were all taken
Oh Jesus Christ, how I hate making phone calls