Oh I can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips
I can't go back to the river
But it's in my roots, in my veins, in my blood
And I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
But it's in my roots, in my veins, in my blood
And I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
So I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
