They pronounced Sarah dead sixty years before she managed to die
And the ghost of the body they found still haunts her eyes
Her brother was a crippling fever she’d never quite shake
Her mother was the sin that keeps innocent victims awake

She said, “God is in the wax and the devil’s in the sea
That keeps me from the land idealists call free
My body may break but I know how to bleed
These records I love are all prophecies
Of a time I won’t have to feel afraid
And the sleepless see the monster that they made of me
And that I, I am more than my wounds”

They said Sarah could never be redeemed in the eyes of the Lord
They threw her in the ocean ‘til she washed up on some distant shore
The killer went free to steal her records and the answer to her blues
So don’t talk down to someone who’s lost what you never could lose

She said, “God is in the wax and the devil’s in the sea
That keeps me from the land idealists call free
My body may break but I know how to bleed
These records I love are all prophecies
Of a time I don’t have to feel afraid
And the sleepless see the monster that they made of me
And that I, I am more than my wounds”

When we were children living in fairy tales
We never thought we’d have to learn to hate
But somewhere between thirty-three rounds per minute
And a home that’s a thousand miles away
We learned to mix the taste
Of venom and wine
To keep the hand of fate from driving us blind
You’ve been so unkind

Sarah, I know God is in the wax and the devil’s in the sea
That keeps me from the woman I’d die to set free
Her chains are forged in wounds carved like initials into trees
And all I have for her are stories when I try for prophecies
Of a time you won’t have to feel afraid
And though the sleepless will never see the monster
That they made of you
I know you are more than your wounds
We all are more than our wounds