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
