Moulding

Moulding - Emily Jane White

Lyricist：Emily Jane White

Composer：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

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

His scar will never bleeds again

For stories never ends again

These wounds will never be again