Anah Aevia London Life
Please take this kinfe from my back
So I may drive it through your cold heart
And let your tears flow like a river racing towards your palms
And empty onto the bed on which we laid for years.
It's been four years and I still haven't forgotten.
When will this river wash away the tears?
It's been four years and I still haven't forgotten.
When will this river wash away the tears?
Please take this knife from my back
So I may drive it through your heart.
