You've got blood on your nails and ribbons in your hair.
There's a cloud around your name, but no one seems to care
and now the river is quiet.
Haven't you heard? You're the talk of the town
And now the river is silent
haven't you heard? Your games being run into the ground
you stood right in between two steam trains on a track
doing nothing to hold either one of them back
and now the rivers' stopped running
and you've got the nerve to wonder why
and now the river is drying up
and you've got the nerve to sit there and cry
I should know. I should know
I should know when I'm buried in the banks
now the river runs red
but there you are, wading up to your knees
and now the river is burning
but you don't recall brining any gasoline
There's a cloud around your name, but no one seems to care
and now the river is quiet.
Haven't you heard? You're the talk of the town
And now the river is silent
haven't you heard? Your games being run into the ground
you stood right in between two steam trains on a track
doing nothing to hold either one of them back
and now the rivers' stopped running
and you've got the nerve to wonder why
and now the river is drying up
and you've got the nerve to sit there and cry
I should know. I should know
I should know when I'm buried in the banks
now the river runs red
but there you are, wading up to your knees
and now the river is burning
but you don't recall brining any gasoline