Behind this gla** 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