“The Lazarus Heart” by Sting

“Birds on the roof of my mother’s house. I’ve no stones to chase them away. The birds on the roof of my mother’s house will sit on my own roof someday.”

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 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 blood of the Lazarus heart

Birds on the roof of my mother’s house
I’ve no stones that chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mother’s house
Will sit on my own roof someday
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
She 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

Sting Sings “The Lazarus Heart”

My favourite line in this song is “birds on the roof of my mothers house/no stones to chase them away/birds on the roof of my mother’s house/will sit on my own roof someday”. It’s a powerful statement about the nature of mortality, and of grief of losing a loved one all in one.  Somehow, you just know those birds are ravens.

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