Riverhead

When I was in Riverhead
When I was in Riverhead
I wanted to tell you that I was dead
My hands were cold and my lips were bled

When I was in Riverhead
When I was in Riverhead
My heart was extracted from where it lay
My skin was torn and peeled away

Nothing flows like the blood of lovers
Running over rocks underground

When I was in Riverhead
My throat cut open like a lily flower
On a thorny bed
On a thorny bed
On a thorny bed

When I was in Riverhead
When I was in Riverhead
My eyes were empty and my heart had lied
My hands kept slipping on the rope I tied

When I was in Riverhead
When I was in Riverhead
I wanted to tell you that I was dead
My hands were cold and my lips were bled
On a thorny bed

Nothing flows like the blood of lovers
Running over rocks underground

When I was in Riverhead
My throat cut open like a lily flower
On a thorny bed
On a thorny bed
On a thorny bed

When I was in Riverhead
My throat cut open like a lily flower
On a thorny bed
On a thorny bed
On a thorny bed