How Red Is Blood From A Broken Heard

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