Sting The Lazarus Heart

The Lazarus heart 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 br, br,