Marillion

Ive done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on its own for years
Ive done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on its own for years
Couldnt touch it, didnt pick it, didnt get it wet
It didnt stop the bleeding
I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it
I held it stiff and aching in the air
Held it there til I went beserk
Didnt sleep
It didnt work
Didnt stop it weeping
And the wound is your life
And your life took on a life of its 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 didnt 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 aint too much sadder than
Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound
And the fern is beautiful in its own way
Uncurling in the dark
Beautiful with no one there to see it
As the wound weeps and aches
(Merci ? Mellouet pour cettes paroles)
[ The Wound Lyrics ]