Wound
Marillion Lyrics


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I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on it's own for years

I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound
Left it on it's own for years
Couldn't touch it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet
It didn't stop the bleeding
I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it
I held it stiff & aching in the air
Held it there til I went beserk
Didn't sleep
It didn't work
Didn't stop it weeping

And the wound is your life
And your life took on a life of it's own
(Or so you foolishly thought)
And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels
Every time I heard news of you

And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio

And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places
Darkness didn't stop her growing
New-born baby cells dividing..
Curled up tight unrolling day by day
Stretching up, stretching out
Forming the same identical shape
Clones. There ain't too much sadder than
Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound

And the fern is beautiful in it's own way
Uncurling in the dark
Beautiful with no one there to see it
As the would weeps & aches





(Now there's some sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Marillion's song "Wound" explore the idea of emotional wounds that persist despite attempts at healing. The singer describes how they've tried everything to heal the wound, but nothing has worked. They've bandaged it, wrapped it, stitched it, and tourniqueted it. They've also left it alone for years, trying not to touch it, pick it, or get it wet, but it still bleeds. The wound becomes a metaphor for the singer's life, which has taken on a life of its own and rolled over the singer like a train. Every time the singer hears news of the person who caused the wound, the pain returns, manifesting itself in every lousy song on the radio.


The wound is described as a dark, damp, forgotten place where a fern grows. The fern is beautiful in its own way, uncurling in the dark, but no one is there to see it. The fern represents new life and growth that emerge from the wound, but the singer is also aware of the sadness inherent in this phenomenon. The wound becomes fertile ground for clones to emerge, relentlessly emerging from the heart of the wound. The singer is left with a deep sense of sadness and helplessness in the face of this wound that cannot be healed.


Line by Line Meaning

I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound
I have tried every possible way to make things better


Left it on it's own for years
Abandoned the wound hoping that time will heal everything


Couldn't touch it, didn't pick it, didn't get it wet
Avoided touching, picking, and getting the wound wet to prevent further injury


It didn't stop the bleeding
Despite efforts, the wound was still bleeding


I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it
Applied various methods to help heal the wound


I held it stiff & aching in the air
Endured the pain of the wound without relieving it


Held it there til I went beserk
Tried to endure the pain but eventually became overwhelmed by it


Didn't sleep
The pain of the wound caused insomnia


It didn't work
Despite attempts, the wound was not healing


Didn't stop it weeping
The wound was still hurting and causing emotional pain


And the wound is your life
The wound is a reflection of your life and your past experiences


And your life took on a life of it's own
Your life has become uncontrollable and unpredictable


(Or so you foolishly thought)
Your perception of your life was misguided and wrong


And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels
Your life kept moving forward without recognition of the negative impact on others


Every time I heard news of you
Updates about your life brought back memories and emotional pain


And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio
The wound was a constant presence and reminder in daily life


And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places
The pain of the wound was deep and hidden


Darkness didn't stop her growing
The pain and trauma continued to affect life even in darkness


New-born baby cells dividing..
The pain and trauma began to manifest itself in different ways and continue to grow


Curled up tight unrolling day by day
The pain and trauma was growing and intensifying over time


Stretching up, stretching out
The pain and trauma started to affect different areas of life


Forming the same identical shape
The pain and trauma continued to repeat itself


Clones. There ain't too much sadder than Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound
The pain and trauma continued to affect life in the same way, with no hope for change or improvement


And the fern is beautiful in it's own way
Despite the pain and trauma, there is beauty in the resiliency and growth of life


Uncurling in the dark
Life is still growing and evolving even in difficult times


Beautiful with no one there to see it
Resiliency and growth can still occur without outside recognition or validation


As the would weeps & aches
Despite the beauty of life, the wound continues to cause pain


(Now there's some sad things known to the man from the planet Marzipan)
Life can be filled with sadness and pain, regardless of where you come from




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: IAN MOSLEY (T), MARK KELLY (T), PETER JOHN TREWAVAS, STEVEN HOGARTH (T), STEVEN THOMAS ROTHERY (T)

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