Testo Hostages

I don’t wanna say goodbye like this
I’m watching as your face begins to fade
The last six months are waiting with its engine on
Our ugly rebounds waiting in their caves

So meet me on the bridge
We’ll hand over our hostages
A fake silver ring Your books in foreign languages
You can keep the coat
It looks better on you
Anyway, I’m fine
I guess the cold’s a state of mind

Two lovers met
Two strangers left

You say I’m dead on the inside
Babe, I’ve known that for a while
And It wasn’t like you liked me
For my sunny views on life
Oh, I’m dead on the inside
Babe, I’ve known that all along Any time I tried to love you
I got it wrong
So meet me on the bridge
We’ll hand over our hostages
Your dad’s broken watch
A letter to your old address

You just stay so cool
It looks better on you
Anyway, I’m fine
I guess alone’s a state of mind

So meet me on the bridge
We’ll hand over our hostages
We’ll shed our skin
And fade into acquaintances

This is how we die
Become just you and I
You turn round and smile
One final time
You were just a state of mind

And two lovers met
Two strangers left