Four o’clock in the morning and I woke up suddenly
scared from that inside sound.
Checked for you on my side
and you weren’t there,
c’est la vie, little voice screamed in my brain
and then again, que sera sera.

It’s not what I want anymore, baby;
it’s what life takes, what time gives
and then lets you dry.
All along with the bottle,
no ice, straight in the glass,
all the way down the throat.

Five o’clock and I know, baby,
You’re never coming back,
confirmed your replacement,
laying there full presence,
again on my side,
no ice, straight from the bottle.