Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

She's a reckless lover with blood stained hands
'Round the neck of her, helpless man
She's the midnight silence, an outbound train
She's the glory of fallen names
Aya
Aya
We're alone
There's no room here anymore
Aya
Aya
We're alone
And there's no room here anymore
She's a patient killer, a timeless hand
The choke of the falling sands
She's a proven saint with a witche's tongue
The gods of war at her command
Sweet Aya bring it on
I wanna kiss you till they're gone
Sweet Aya bring it on
I wanna kiss you till they're gone
Till they're all gone
Aya
Aya
We're alone and there's no room here anymore
Aya
Aya
We're alone and there's no room here anymore