This Old Wound کے بول

I've been bleeding well From this old wound Cleaning it with salt, So it will still feel new Sometimes eyes turn black, And sometimes scars are tracks But every time that you're gone I wish that you'd come back And everyone watched me waste myself And everyone cheered at last And all of them found it comforting Its better it's me then them. I think I'm doing well from what they say They've taken both my belt and shoelaces away Well I believe in luck I think I do Well I believe for sure If ever I see you I've been fanning flames from these old coals Feeding them with tender And hoping they will grow And I've been savoring What I can't hold A blind belief in goodness That doesn't seem to show But I've been bleeding well From this old wound Cleaning it with salt, So it will still feel new