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