Testo di The Kitchen Knife

You never hear me through When I try to talk About the situation Before you walk I loved you I love you It's hard to understand you When you talk to me Id rather keep the silence And live in peace You never hear me through When I try to talk About the situation Before you walk Its not that I don't blame you For you pain we face Id love to walk right back To those perfect days And now I sit here staring On a kitchen knife I see your blood on my hands I had to end the strife Till death do us part Till death do us part A crime of passion The passion of crime