In a wounded world the scars run deep where dead men walk and the righteous sleep,
And the hammer falls like a drummer's beat,
We pray for dawn, but despise the heat.
And it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world.
Justice slows to a courtroom crawl,
The cradle rocks and mercy falls like rain,
Freedom's lost,
A smoking gun: the weapon that our love has become.
And it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world.
A wounded world.
The time is now,
The place is here, where perfect love casts out all fear,
Do we make a stand, or will we hesitate to love our world in the face of hate?
And it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world,
Yeah, it's all our fault, (it's a wounded world)
Yeah, we've all been caught, (it's a wounded world)
We sting like salt in the wounds of a wounded world.
