A Hostage Songtext
von Brazil

Say her name, solitaire
Feels the same
Can you not see it
Our lips are dripping poison
The feeling will last forever
Say her name, solitaire
Feels the same
Can you not see it
Our lips are dripping poison
The feeling will last forever

The fighting is over
Won without a sound
Alone in the white room
Alone with no one


Ecstasy, hypocrisy
And if I get the chance
To lead one sheep astray
I pull the rope with fleeting tears
Something in his eyes
An angel can tell lies
The war-torn streets of paradise
A heart that comes to break
Depends on what′s at stake
Perpetual state of measure

Say her name, solitaire
Our lips are dripping poison
The feeling will last forever

The fighting is over
The fighting is over
The fighting is over
Won without a sound