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