Paroles de The Wound

I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound Left it on it's own for years I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound Left it on it's own for years Couldn't touch it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet It didn't stop the bleeding I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it I held it stiff & aching in the air Held it there til I went beserk Didn't sleep It didn't work Didn't stop it weeping And the wound is your life And your life took on a life of it's own (Or so you foolishly thought) And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels Every time I heard news of you And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places Darkness didn't stop her growing New-born baby cells dividing.. Curled up tight unrolling day by day Stretching up, stretching out Forming the same identical shape Clones. There ain't too much sadder than Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound And the fern is beautiful in it's own way Uncurling in the dark Beautiful with no one there to see it As the would weeps & aches (Now there's some sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)