Palm of my hands
Heaven...
It's in the palm of my hands and it's waiting here for you...
You're like a dagger,
stick me in the heart....
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep, would you shelter me in your warm and darkend grave?
It's in the palm of my hands and it's waiting here for you...
You're like a dagger,
stick me in the heart....
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep, would you shelter me in your warm and darkend grave?