Testo Hold Your Arms Out

If this is our last feast Then I refuse to dine alone So I let the food go cold As you left this place Without saying a word And my shadow grabbed me By the feet and grew taller than I am Hold out your arms Break me inside Your embrace Until they arrive Hold out your arms Break me inside Your embrace And I'll see you when the time comes Lips are cracked with the bitter cold As I walk through the crowds As I stepped in the road I was hit with the sound Of the passenger screen And all I could feel Was the blood in my hands Running down from my head As the traffic told me to stop Hold out your arms Break me inside Your embrace Until they arrive Hold out your arms Break me inside Your embrace And I'll see you when... Don't waste your words They could be your last They could be your last They could be your last Don't waste your words Hold out your arms Break me inside Your embrace Until they arrive Hold out your arms Break me inside Your embrace And I'll see you when the time comes