He looked beneath his shirt today
There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
>From the wound a lovely flower grew
>From somewhere deep inside
He turned around to face his mother
To show her the wound in his breast that
burned like a brand
But the sword that cut him open
Was the sword in his mother’s hand
Every day another miracle
Only death will tear us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I’d be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the Lazarus heart
Though the sword was his protection
The wound itself would give him power
The power to remake himself
At the time of his darkest hour
She said the wound would give him
Courage and pain
The kind of pain that you can’t hide
>From the wound a lovely flower grew
>From somewhere deep inside
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I’d be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the Lazarus heart
Birds on the roof of my mother’s house
I’ve no stones that chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mother’s house
Will sit on my roof someday
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to
Fight them anymore
She counts all her children as a shield
Against the rain
Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I’d be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the Lazarus heart