Englishman in New York Songtext
von Sting

He looked beneath his shirt today
There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
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
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
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
I'd be the blood