Finally I´m letting go of all my downer thoughts
In no time there´ll be one less sad robot
Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal
Now I´m going part time with a film projectionist
And she´s the vinyl queen from the surfer dream
She likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal
And she´s so good, but she´s no good for me

Oh, Miss Delaney
What´s the matter?
You waited by the window,
I waited by the door.
Oh, Miss Delaney,
Where´s your boyfriend?
He isn´t up in heaven,
So why treat him like he´s dead?

It´s not that every day,
Every day is coming up with the green grass
But the times pass when I
Think of you whenever I´m at dinner

Finally I´ve found someone to duel this lonely scene
I don´t spend my nights searching for earthquakes
Though it´s biblical how fucked my sleep can be
But she won´t sleep with me

Oh, Miss Delaney,
What´s the matter?
You waited by the window,
I waited by the door.
Oh, Miss Delaney,
Where´s your boyfriend?
He isn´t up in heaven,
So why treat him like he´s dead?
Like he´s dead

From here you can´t find everything
Erin, I would never lie to you...

Well, Miss Delaney
Whatcha sad for?
You waited by the window,
And I was kicking down your door.
Oh, Miss Delaney,
Where´s your boyfriend?
Where´s your boyfriend?
He isn´t up in heaven, so why treat him like he´s dead?

Oh, Miss Delaney