Moulding - 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 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