Testo di Moulding

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