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 some day

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 pain

Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower in 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