Hasta La Vista

At a table alone watching the local band Fortune telling plastic fish curls up in my hand Always had faith in what I do not choose Hasta la vista mi amor I guess I'll miss you Ooh ooh ooh Reappeared in a cloud of smoke Feeling less holy than I might've hoped Exchanging glances gently opening old wounds Hasta la vista mi amor I guess I'll miss you Ooh ooh ooh At a table alone feeling a little juvenile But looking back has never really been my style Always had faith in what I do not choose Hasta la vista mi amor I guess I'll miss you Ooh ooh ooh Hasta la vista my love Hasta la vista my love Hasta la vista amor