Take me to your river I wanna know Oh, I wanna come near and give ya Every part of me But there's blood on my hands And my lips aren’t clean Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you

There's blood on my hands I can see blood all over my hands The longer you lay next to me the further I ran The longer you stay close to me the further I ran Wake up in the middle of the semi of the night With some tears on my pillow and this blood on my

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead I remember her screams The night she died Hollow inside I wrapped my hands around her neck Squeezing out her breath Eyes rolled back

I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross My spirit is bent and there's blood on my hands The more I'm down, the less I understand Once so found, now so lost I once said If it's good Hands on the wheel All is straight ahead Left behind