something in that glass that keeps us breathing less than nothing bulging through our heads our hands might shake, but we're hunters in this jungle of smiling girls to help us through the night
the bar reflects the shadows on our faces our talk is slow and empty and too quiet a silent prayer, you will not see our lips move read the lament dripping from our eyes
and our hearts were lost in a bottle late last night
driving home too late again tonight her beside me is like running on empty like a dream you never quite believed in like a book you've read too many times
and my heart's lost in a bottle out of sight, out of mind
and since my heart was lost in a bottle they stole the light from my eyes
but sometimes i remember years before and all this time that's lost sometimes i recall and i adore and i regret sometimes when this headache is not everything i see and feel sometimes going home is nothing bad
and if your heart was lost in a bottle you're my friend
cause my heart was lost in a bottle and my eyes are dayblind since then and my smile was trapped in that bottle but you're my friend whatever they say you're my friend