Take the heart out of the bottle
Take the heart, it's red and it's wet
Put the heart up to your lips
Open your lips, put it into your mouth
Take your mouth, put it to your brother's lips
Take the heart, put it into his mouth
"Don't cry out, my dear brother
Just take this heart, for it's mine to give—
It's mine to give!"
Then I was split, like a tree struck dead
Into so many parts, too many to count
Like a ship stove apart by a frightened whale
In some dark sea off a forsaken land
And now I am on a search with no end
Like a little dead leaf, scattered by the wind
Blown by the wind