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