I take the strings and I sing
and I sing the scratched strings
My feet did not step another time on this road
My
feet did not step another time on this road
I bring your tears and I sing
I bring your tears and I sing
Your
beauty is a wound on the side of the world
Your
beauty is a wound on the side of the world
I bring your blood
and I sing
and I
sing the
blood of my wounded body
I bring your blood and I sing Your beauty
is a wound on the side of the world
What is the wound on the side of the world
I
bring your blood
and sing
Stirred up in fire
