Moulding Songtext
von Emily Jane White

Behind this glass case
A moulding of a heart
It was mine, I left it there
For I′d sold the things I could not bear

Oh, and tell your soldier fair and the wind
That I do not care
Hanging bloody from the gallows up there
And walk into the sea
I wanted your knives in me


So I took it back
The moulding of my heart
It was mine, I left it there
For I'd sold the things I could not wear

Oh, and tell the priests up there and the hymns
Singing, I do still care
Hanging bloody from the gallows up there
And walk into the sea
I took your knives out of me

And these wounds will never bleed again
These scars will never bleed again
For a scar, it never bleeds again
And these wounds will never be again