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