How red is the blood from a broken heart
How rich is the colour that bleeds
Is it scarlet and bright, a sailor's delight
Or heavy; the darkness that snaps at its heels
How steady?s the pulse from a broken heart
How certain the rhythm it keeps
Is it even and strong like the strike of a drum
Or does it stagger and lurch with every beat
Solo same as a verse
How deep is the wound I inflicted on you
And the cut that I gave to myself
How long for to heal, for to scar, for to feel
That my body has mended and returned to health
How soon will my thoughts stop turning to you
At the breaking of every day
Before every road, every place that I go
Will no longer whisper, nor cry out your name
Ooooh The answers we seek are elusive; shadows in a cindery night
Ooooh Locked up and hidden away
With the heavens and the bookends of time
Ooooh We know how the heart and its chambers
Feed the body and keep it alive
But no one can say why the broken heart aches
And where it will lead you and I
How red is the blood from a broken heart
How rich is the colour that bleeds
Is it welcome and warm like the first flush of dawn
Or as cold as the tears that fall down your cheek