I have heard tales, forgotten
I have known men, begotten
I have traversed this mystery,
And returned with my tale of a bleeding heart
I stand here, on this icy pavement
I see people, rushing about, chasing dreams
And as my eyes meet those forgotten
Their lips recite this tale of a bleeding heart
I watch them drown, I watch them rise
I watch them grow, each to their might
I stand here, all through time, to hear them speak
As they recite to me, their tale of a bleeding heart
I did see his eyes when he stabbed him
I did see his pain when the blood shed
I did go and sit beside, to hold his hand
As he recited to me, his tale of a bleeding heart
And here shall I always stand
With hope abound, with pleasure unmatched
Looking in the same direction
Still reciting, my tale of a bleeding heart...