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